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The Second Transformation Convention, Part 3 (Multi TFTG, Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-12-19 21:00:57 +0000 UTCSee HERE for the original Transformation Convention, which is now available to all subscribers.
By FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Camden Levy
After the resounding success of the first Transformation Convention, another has been organised! Transformees from across the globe have gathered once again for meetings, talks, merch sales, job offers, clothing fittings, and social interaction with one another. Whether it be changes in gender, race, body, or even species, there are new interactions to be had, and doubtless new changes yet to come for the many who attend.
Vignette 3: Parents’ Area
Featuring Jessica and Alex from ‘Bessica’, Amber and Colin from ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’, Helena and Leonard from ‘Men in Grey,’ and Jasmine from ‘Bug Queen’, among others.
The many children and toddlers of several visitors to the Transformation Convention played and giggled and squealed, but others were transfixed by the image on the television screen, which displayed a beautiful blonde with tattooed sleeves and numerous piercings driving a Harley Davidson bike, a man clasping her bare midriff and holding on for dear life as police cars chased them along the road.
‘The pair are still on the lam, having evaded the Australian state and federal police for over a year now. Dubbed the Bonnie and Clyde of the Down Under, Connie and Aaron’s activities have brought down two major criminal organisations, not to mention several influential real estate investors and mining executives. Connie is believed to have developed Lumin’s Syndrome, becoming the beautiful tattooed biker vigilante she is now after a former life as a middle-aged male hitman named - SHTWICK!’
The TV switched to a new channel with the press of a button. Amber exhaled, a hand on her distended mound of a stomach.
“Well, that’s quite enough of that! How about some cartoons more appropriate for children?”
“Good idea, love,” Colin said, cupping her mound from behind as she switched to an episode of Bluey, which all the kids rallied around, including their two. “Oh, it’s ‘Rain’, I love this episode.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen it waaaay too many times. ‘Perks’ of becoming your perfect housewife, I suppose.”
Despite her words, her tone was teasing. She turned her head back and kissed her husband lovingly. Once, the pair had been male best friends, which was a pattern among many of their fellow changees, they’d noticed. Of course, some misspoken words at a nightclub had visited fury down upon Amber, and ever since she had been the beautiful, black-haired, and deeply curvaceous wife of her friend. And with the pair of them cursed to constantly go at it, she’d gotten pregnant straight away.
And then a second time not long after.
And now a third. This time with twins that made her belly look enormous, and left her breasts even larger with the amount of milk they were still producing.
“You know, you’re the most beautiful person here,” he murmured in her ear.
“That’s a positive,” she said, grinning.
“And the most pregnant,” he continued, cupping the underside of her belly and lifting it up a little. She moaned with relief. Once, she’d never imagined getting pregnant, having been a man most of her life. Now, one of the sweetest reliefs in life was having her husband lift her belly and take the sheer weight from her.
“Mhmm - what was that?”
“I said ‘and the most pregnant.’”
“Ah, that’s the negative. I feel like a blimp, honey.
“And strangely, the only human woman in the room.”
“Well, write that down under ‘interesting’”, she noted, giggling a little. This was a running joke between them, because Amber had finally realised she was ready to accept her new life as a bodacious babymaker when her friend-turned-husband induced her to make a positives-negatives-interesting list about her new role in life, and the positive column had surprisingly been the fullest. These days, they brought it up as a bit of flirty back and forth, particularly when she was grappling with part of her feminine existence.
But Colin was right: she was the only human woman in the childcare area of the Transformation Convention. Her little Jude and Sasha were sitting happily next to a little centaur child, and the clear mother stood on four hooves on the other side of the room, on her mobile phone, occasionally adjusting her purple-dyed hair.
So weird, Amber thought, to see a centaur dressed like an alternative chick. Damn, she’s kinda hot. You know, if you’re into that kind of thing.
There were other nonhumans in the room as well. A salamander woman was nestled up against her male partner, who was happily watching their children climb up the playground, their colours shifting like chameleons in their excitement. Another individual looked to be like something out of Dungeons and Dragons or the Erutell board and video game series; she had a slight pregnant belly and was nursing a child from her breast, but she had dark blue-purple skin long snow-white hair, and long pointed ears. Even her outfit looked elven, given her the appearance of a regal creature who dwelled deep underground. The fact that she was wearing blacker-than-black sunglasses to block out the harsh light gave further evidence to that fact.
Amber found herself looking at the resplendent beauty even as Colin kissed her cheek and left to go get them some food. Finally, the blue-purple skinned woman noticed.
“Yes, I’m an elf!” the other woman announced, letting Amber know.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to stare!” the pregnant former male replied.
“It’s okay, we’re all here to appreciate one another, right? I love your makeup!”
Amber blushed. “Oh, thank you. I think I’ve gotten real good at it.”
“You used to be a guy?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Not at all! I just don’t know how else you might have changed. You look absolutely glowing!”
“So do you!” Amber replied. “I’ve never met an elf before!”
She waddled over to sit next to the woman. “I’m Amber. I was a man. I was sort of cursed to become my husband’s dream girl.”
“That’s surprisingly common,” the woman said. “I’m Neresa. No, not my original name. I can’t actually say my original name. I was always a woman, but I interacted with an artefact from a magical boardgame. Turned me into this. I have magic, which is pretty neat. Plus, it got my crush to notice me. So I’d say it all turned out well.”
“Awesome,” Amber said. “That’s my boy and girl; Jude and Sasha. I kinda got pregnant sorta straight away. I feel compelled to give my husband Colin what he wants, and he really likes the idea of five kids. I’m . . . well, I’ve come around on it.”
The woman smiled, her shimmering eyes resting on Amber’s stomach.
“It’s a magical feeling, isn’t it?”
“Not one I ever expected, that’s for sure!”
“But magical?”
Amber nodded, looking down at her huge belly, which was shifting a little as her two latest babies moved. “Yeah, pretty damn magical. Plus, I’ve got big tits and a great figure that always returns. If I have to be a trophy wife, at least I look great, right?”
Neresa chuckled with a husky yet lovely voice. “Exactly my opinion!”
“Of course, I do kinda feel like the most preggo lady here.”
At this, Neresa gave a knowing wink. “Oh, really? You might want to check behind you.”
Amber turned, and her eyes widened.
Woah, she thought. Now that is the most pregnant person I’ve ever seen. Damn, no wonder she has such a huge udder! She’ll need it!
They both recognised who it was, of course, and the woman chatting with her. It was Alex the cowgirl, the brown-haired and multi-mammaried anthro-bovine who had helped organise the first convention. And beside her was Jessica, her best friend and the member of the pair who had changed the first. The latter had lovely Holstein black-and-white patterning, and wore a lovely dress that still emphasised her four breasts and udder, though it was clearly designed to cover her various parts. Her tail swished happily behind her, a gaggle of seven children following her, all with some variation of her fur, their hooves trotting loudly on the floor.
Alex, on the other hand, was grotesquely swollen with pregnancy. She wore something like a moo-moo for a maternity dress, but her boobs were straining against it, as was her belly, allowing one to see its whole underside. Milk was spilling a little down her top, and she was dabbing embarrassingly at her clothing, trying to cover up the leakage. Various toddlers followed her, two in her arms sucking at her upper breasts, and a third reaching for a hanging teat from her udder, which had a wide support belt in the middle to prevent it from slapping against her knees. A group of employees or hired caretakers helped shepherd the kids in, and suddenly a hard of adorable cowgirl and cowboy kids were flooding over the playground, much to the two mothers’ relief.
“There we go!” Jessica said. “I told you we could make it!”
“I can’t believe you talked me into coming,” Alex replied, failing to even reach around her enormous pregnant stomach, which was constantly jostling with movement. “I feel s-so full of babies right now. We got Anna to run this thing so I would have to mooo-ve out of the house!”
“Yes, and Anna is using it purely for self-promotion! Besides, moo, you needed to get out of the house. You’ve been missing Carter too much.”
Alex bit her lip. “God, I do. And all my hormones are making it worse.”
“His construction job is nearly done, then it’s back to the farm for good. This is just a comforting distraction. Look, there’s plenty of other transformed moms we can talk to here. Hello! I’m Jessica, and this is-”
“Alex!” Amber said, extending a hand and promptly shaking the other woman’s hoof. “Alex Trebinski, right? You and Jessica Pahers here helped organise the first transformation convention. I’m Amber. I missed the convention last year. I was a bit indisposed.”
“Oh, were you alright?” Jessica asked, the non-pregnant cowgirl stepping forward, her udder wobbling within her clothing.
Good Lord, I have enough trouble with my big F-cups. How do these women stand it? I swear, that udder is bigger than a beachball!
“Um, not exactly,” Amber said. “I was sort of spreading my legs and giving birth at the time. To my second.”
Jessica laughed. “Been there!”
“And I’ll be there again,” Alex groaned, cupping her enormous belly. “Too many damn babies.”
“Are you pregnant with twins like me?” Amber asked.
“Twins? God, I wish! Nope, I’ve got octuplets.”
“You’re pregnant with five babies!?”
Neresa coughed, a rather elegant sound coming from an elf. She swayed forward, every movement demure and perfect despite the fact that she was pregnant and nursing her child. “Octuplets means eight, Amber.”
Amber covered her mouth, shocked. “Oh, my. And you’re a cow, too. Oh God, it must all be so hard! I’m so sorry!”
Jessica snorted a little, as did Alex, and Amber realised she’d stepped in a serious cowpat here.
“Oh, bad being bovine, is it?” Jessica said.
“Pitiable that we’ve got four boobs and an udder, fur and a tail, is it?” Alex added. “Or that we’re real breeders when we get to it. We’re just a couple of animals, are we?”
“I - I didn’t mean that! Sorry, it’s just that - I struggle with my changes sometimes. I used to be a guy, and now I have to act out all my best friend’s fantasies, including giving him babies. He’s my best friend and I love him, but it’s super weird sometimes, and really embarrassing when I’m all preggo and on the beach in a bikini, or even here surrounded by other transformations, realising how much better I’ve got it.”
“Better you have it?” Neresa said, folding her arms. “Is it a problem, being an elf?”
Amber was burning bright red. Her eyes began to tear up, her hormones flooding her system. “Oh, oh shit. I didn’t mean that either! Fuck, I’ll go now. I have to find my husband Colin. He always gets lost and-”
“Hey, hey,” Jessica said, clacking forward on her hooves and hugging the woman. Amber was astonished at how nicely the cowgirl’s fur smelled, and how gloriously comforting and warm her black-and-white Holstein coat was. “Hey,” she continued. “It’s okay. Sorry, I overreacted.”
“I didn’t!” Alex said.
Jessica shot her a glare, and the massively pregnant cowgirl backed down. “Okay, so my hormones are running high. You didn’t mean what you said.”
“Of course she didn’t!” Jessica said, hugging Amber again and making the pregnant former man calm down a little.
Holy shit, this is comfortable. I would seriously pay this woman to hug me just to help me sleep with my big twin belly. Colin’s touch is lovely, but this is divine.
“For what it’s worth,” Neresa added. “I was actually just teasing. Sorry.”
They parted, and Amber wiped away her tears. “I really didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that your changes are so much bigger, and you both seem so confident. It’s amazing!”
Alex smiled at this, turning her snout up a little. “Well, I kinda had my own change coming. Though this is my second batch of octuplets.”
Her jaw hung. “Your second?”
“Yup. Not the brightest cowgirl, am I? First time was because of my change making me super fertile. The second time . . . let’s just say my minotaur boyfriend is very, very virile. Damn that handsome hunk.”
At this, the four women laughed, turning to form a natural half-circle so that they could watch their children play. Amber was overjoyed to see Jude running up to hug a little cowgirl pair excitedly.
“Mom! Mom! It’s a bootiful girlcow!” he cried, jumping up and down. “I just love her!”
They all chuckled at this.
“Your children are beautiful,” Alex said. “Serious rockstars. Your little girl is just setting next to my Oliver as if he’s the most normal thing in the world.”
“Well, we aren’t that lacking in normality,” Neresa said. “This convention looks twice as big as last year. Transformations are ramping up, I’d say.”
At this point, a new couple entered the space, speaking in arguing, hushed tones that Amber couldn’t help but notice. Both cowgirl’s bovine ears pricked up, and so did Neresa’s elven pair.
“I can’t believe I had to come here! I belong in the MIG office, not taking children out on a convention visit! You’re lucky you’re the sexiest, most loyal husband a boy-hungry girl like me could ask for.”
“It’s just a little security stop by, Helena. You know how these assignments go. Technically, you’re on duty as an agent again. Isn’t that exciting?”
“I’d be a lot less excited if I weren’t so knocked up with your next baby like the sexy submissive wife I am now. Ohhh, it makes me so wet just thinking about it.”
Amber, Neresa, and the two cowgirls all looked at one another, their expression generally conveying something akin to ‘what the fuck are we hearing?’
A very beautiful, borderline supermodel-looking brunette was approaching, a hand on her stomach, which was obviously pregnant though clearly in the early trimester. She had pouty lips and an annoyed yet oddly attractive look upon her features, and her movements were a sensual sway. It didn’t hurt that she was wearing a very tight grey dress that showed off her legs and hugged her large breasts, pushing them up to display some impressive cleavage. Beside her was the man who was clearly her husband, given the matching wedding bands on their hands. He was a more gangly looking individual, though he wore a smart grey suit of the same tone as his wife’s dress. He also had a rather technological watch on his left wrist, one he quickly spoke into before putting away. Both had earpieces in their ears, and both wore shades despite being indoors. Oddly, the man also had a very cute toddler in his own little grey outfit resting over his shoulder, half-asleep.
“Like, look at all these super cute babies!” the woman exclaimed. “Don’t you just want me to have as many babies as this, Leonard?”
“Uh, probably not that many, but a few more would be good.”
She rolled her eyes, then bit her lip as if hit by a sudden arousal. “Damn it, that stupid Reality Altering Event really got me. I swear, I can’t help but want to make more babies with you.”
“Shh,” Leonard hissed. “Ixnay on the ecretsay, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Let’s just find a good position here. Mhmm, a good position. Remind you of anything?”
The beautiful woman continued to flirt against her will, she and her husband moving into the child area and lowering their boy down, who was starting to wake.
“Oh wait, I’ve heard about these guys,” Jessica whispered, backing and leaning over to Amber so the former male could hear her. It meant that her two right boobs pressed against Amber’s side awkwardly.
Wow, she is really, really amply blessed. How does she even stay upright with all those mammaries?
But instead, she pulled her thoughts away from that particular topic. “Who are they?”
“The Men in Grey. While setting up this first convention, Alex and I had some run-ins. They tackle reality altering events like they said, run Area 51 and all that jazz. I reckon they scoop up people who change others or create technology that do. Obviously, that lady got changed too. Maybe.”
“Let’s ask them,” Alex said, stomping forward, her belly jutting forwards, her udder trembling and making her waddle.
“Alex!” Jess cried. “Don’t be an idiot?”
But the hyperpregnant cowgirl just turned and gestured to herself. “What are they gonna do, change me into a pregnant bovine lady?”
Amber couldn’t help herself. Colin wasn’t back yet, so she stepped forward out of interest, keen to hear what happened next.
“Excuse me,” Alex said, tapping the man and woman on their shoulders after their toddler had already woken and sped off to play with the bovine brood. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re both wearing grey.”
The man regarded her for a moment. “Oh, you’re Alex Trebinski. The cowgirl.”
“And you’re a Man in Grey, right.”
“I cannot confirm that.”
But his wife ruined his mystery act immediately. “Hey, I’m a man in grey too, thank you very much! Even if I’m such a dutiful, loyal wife who exists to please my hunky hubby at all times and in all ways.”
The one called Leonard slapped his forehead. “Goddamn it, Helena. Give the whole game away, why don’t you?”
“It’s not my fault!” the pregnant woman whined, gesturing to her voluptuous pregnant figure. “That stupid RAE made me talk like this! Like a Woman in Grey who just can’t get enough of her Man in Grey. You know I just want to make you happy.”
Jessica gave a little jump, which set off a lot of wobbling. “I knew it! You are Men in Grey! Are you here to spy on us? To retrieve someone? Oh, is there one of these Reality Altering Events here?”
The Man in Grey sighed; the jig was clearly up. “Look, it’s just a minor assignment, okay? Don’t tell anyone or they won’t let me and especially not my wife-”
“Your sexy wife, thank you!” Helena exclaimed, clearly under compulsion.
“Okay, they won’t let me or my sexy wife go out on missions anymore, alright? We’re looking for a walking SGI. That’s a Specially Gifted Individual. This person was hit by some kinda science experiment, and keeps cycling through different dimensional versions of themselves. Suffice to say, we have . . . concerns.”
“We also totally want that tech,” Helena added, frowning a little. “I’d really like to go back to a life before I was sucking dick and making meals for my perfect hubby.”
She went bright red at her own words, and so did Leonard.
“Look, just ring this number if you see anyone that matches that description,” Leonard said. “There’s concern that if this individual ‘glitches’ into an alternate version of himself - or herself - too closely to another already-changed individual, it could well cause a ripple to extend to that person. We need to avoid chaos here.”
He handed some cards out, one to each of the mothers. They took them somewhat reluctantly. Alex made a show of dropping hers. Neresa slipped hers into a purse. Jessica, however, kept hold of it in her hoofhands, as did Amber.
“I’ll think about it,” Jessica said. “But I don’t want to sell out a transformee.”
“I get it,” Leonard said. “But at the very least, tell them the risk if you see them.”
He was about to say more, but Helena, the Woman in Grey, suddenly gasped.
“Leonard, our little boy just fell off the side of the playground! Oh, I hope he isn’t hurt! Mommy’s coming, darling!”
She ran to her child, rubbing her belly as she did so, and a beleaguered Leonard followed after her.
“That was super weird,” Neresa said.
“Yeah, holy shit,” Alex replied. “The Men in Grey are real. And you kept their card, Bessica?”
“Hey,” her best friend said. “It can’t hurt to at least hold onto.”
“Don’t be a transformee traitor.”
“I’m not! And don’t start with that; you’re being way too hormonal with all those calves kicking around inside you.”
“I’m not - ugghh!”
A ruthless series of kicks, and her udder leaked too much milk for her support to take. It snapped open and her naked milk sac bulged out, leaking heavily onto the floor. The woman let out a long moo, one that left her children running towards her to drink from their mommy.
“M-mooo! Ohhhhh, you might b-be right, Jess. Ahhh, I need to sit down and nurse.”
More mothers were arriving by this point, and Amber took a step back from the cowgirls to keep monitoring her kids.
Where the hell is Colin? Seriously, how long does it take to get a bite to eat? I’m eating for three here!
The former man looked out the doorway, hoping to see her husband, but all she could see was a strange shimmer in the crowd of the main convention. She considered the card in her hand. Was that the one the MIG were looking for?
Hmmm . . . best to hold off, for now.
She turned and saw that her Jude and Sasha were right in front of her. Between them was a cute little bug girl, and to either side were little anthro-cow children, most around three years of age or so.
“Mom, look at all the cool new friends we made!” Jude said. “Sasha really liked petting Abigail here! She’s the cow one with the pretty spots! Mom, can I be a cow person one day? Oh, and this Tabitha. She’s like a bug girl. But not a scary bug girl. She’s a cool bug girl because she can fly and also her mom has hundreds of babies but she’s lost and that’s why she was crying because her mom isn’t here and-”
A new pair of voices entered the scene through the larger entrance to the right of the large room.
“Oh, my darling, there you are! Don’t worry, broodmommy is here!”
“I told you I saw her here! Don’t worry, she’d been totally safe.”
Amber thought she’d seen it all. The strange shapes, the odd transformations, her own experience going from a regular dude to a black-haired bombshell getting repeatedly pregnant - even the weirdness of the two lovely cowgirls she’d just met.
But now she was confronted by the sight of her husband helping escort an enormous bug lady into the room, her pregnant egg sac so huge that it was literally hefted onto a wheeled platform!
Oh God, what has Colin gotten into this time?
Her husband waved at her jovially, as if there was nothing strange about standing next to the bug lady with green skin, four giant boobs, four arms, two long antennae, and a giant egg sac trailing behind her, one that looked to be pulsing with dozens upon dozens of eggs. The woman grunted, moaned with release, and two new eggs released from her ovipositor, a helper gathering them up for her.
“Ohhhhh - ahhh,” she grunted. “Th-thank you, Colin. I really appreciate this. Some people don’t believe me when I say that I love all my children and never forget one of them, but it’s true. Come here, Tabitha! It’s okay!”
The cute little bug girl ran to her mother, and the bug broodmare picked her up, pressing her into her naked chest, where her mammoth mammaries were on full display.
Amber shot Colin a ‘what the hell!?’ look, urging him to come over.
“Colin, care to explain what’s going on?”
“Oh!” he said, smiling. “Forgive my rudeness. Jasmine, this is my wife, Amber. She used to be a guy. Amber, meet Jasmine the bug queen. She used be to an ordinary woman until a bad corporation illegally tested genetic engineering supplements on her. We got to talking while at the cafeteria, and she noticed Tabitha was missing, so I helped her track her down.”
Amber put an arm around her husband’s waist.
“You are such a sweetie,” she said, observing Jasmine hurling her little bug girl daughter into the air, while a veritable army over her brood emerged to invade the playground space. “I’m so glad you’re the daddy of my babies.”
“Thanks babe,” he said, kissing her gently. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“But . . . did you get me my food?”
At this, Colin paused. “Oh, shit.”
“Oh shit indeed, honey. You get your ass back to the cafeteria, because I may be your perfect woman, but even I’ll lose my shit if I can’t eat for three here.”
Her husband took off in a run, leaving Amber to stroke her stomach and look at the playground of little kids of all kinds, playing together and laughing without issue.
It’s a changing world, she thought. I’m starting to be glad to be part of it.
She knew she was, in fact. All she had to do was watch her children play with those of Jasmine, Jessica, and Alex. It was like watching a better world dawn.
To Be Continued . . .
