A Topsy-Turvy World Ch. 08

For those readers that chose not to read Chapter 7, Jeff tried to break into Malcolm's apartment to pay him back for humiliating him at the office. However, Malcolm had anticipated this and a friend of his, a wolf morph named Bruce, knocked him out and took him back to his place. Jeff upon waking, fought to run, but was unable. He was seduced by Bruce and had the most amazing night of his life. Now, let's move on, shall we?

*Nathan*

Nathan fidgeted constantly in his seat as he waited to be called into Mr. Benetti's office. He kept straightening and loosening his tie a little, smoothing his jacket and pants. He'd never been this nervous in his life, save for his wedding.

"Mr. Donniko?" he heard a female voice ask. He looked up to see a young female seal morph, holding a cup out to him.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Mr. Benetti is running a little late this morning with a meeting. It'll be about ten more minutes," she replied. "You look a little nervous. I thought you could use a little water."

"Thank you," Nate answered, taking the water. "I've had a rough couple days and I need this interview to go well."

"Relax," she told him. "Mr. Benetti isn't as uptight as most of his colleagues. He's a good man."

Nate felt a little better as she walked off, drinking some of the water she gave him. About ten minutes later, he saw Mr. Benetti coming down the hall. Nathan got to his feet, briefcase in hand.

"You must be Nathan Donniko," Benetti said as he came up on him. "I'm Andrew Benetti. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir," Nate replied, shaking his hand.

"Please, step into my office," he told him.

Nathan did as he was told, stepping inside and having a seat in front of his desk.

"I must say that your resume is impeccable," Benetti said, sitting behind his desk. "I see no reason that you shouldn't be working here. Is it possible for you to start tomorrow?"

"Yes. Absolutely...wait," Nate answered, his hopes slightly dashed when he remembered his girls' recital. "Um...please don't take this the wrong way, but...is it possible for me to leave at three tomorrow? I promised my girls that I'd go to their dance recital."

"You kidding?" Benetti asked, chuckling a little. "Of course you can. How old are your girls?"

"Ten," he answered, pulling a picture from his pocket and handing it to his new boss. "Except they look like me now. They turned first, actually. And did you get a chance to look at my case against my former neighbors?"

"They're precious," he told him, handing the picture back, "Yes I did. And I'm afraid they have an airtight case against you."

"How?"

"They have a hidden clause in the community contract you signed. It explicitly says that they have the right to use any force necessary against any morphs in the community."

"Damn. I'm a freakin' lawyer and even I couldn't read that entire godforsaken contract," Nathan growled.

"Tell me about it," Andy said. "I've seen this too many times; long, wordy contracts with hidden clauses and by-laws placed in them for the sole purpose to exclude and persecute morphs. It's sickening. All I can say is that it won't happen again, not while you're here. Here you're part of this family. Did you see my assistant, the seal morph?"

"Yeah," Nate said, "What about her?"

"She's the daughter of your former boss. Her brother is working here as well, as a paralegal. I took them in when he shut them out." Nathan stood, his new boss following suit as he walked out."I'll see you at nine tomorrow morning, Nathan. Welcome aboard."

Five months later...

Life's been great for Malcolm and his family. About a month and a half after Nathan landed his new job, his old boss was arrested for gouging rent rates on apartment buildings that should've been condemned long ago. And due to the work of many morph rights activists, a law was passed by Congress stating that any legal contract that had anything persecuting morphs to be unlawful and anyone that drafted said document would face jail time and the contract is void. Nathan's old boss had his jail time extended and Nathan received a very handsome settlement. With it, he bought a wonderful, two-story house just down the street from Malcolm and Tanya.

Malcolm's business was taking off and they'd gotten married right after his brother moved out. Tanya was quite large at six months and self-conscious about her body, making up excuses to hide it from Malcolm. Malcolm, on the other hand, was not only happy that Tanya was healthy, but he thought she was as sexy as ever.

*Malcolm*

"Welcome home, sweetheart," Malcolm said as Tanya came in the front door from work. "How was your last day before maternity leave?"

"Tiring as usual," she said, coming up to him and hugging him briefly, setting a bag down beforehand. "But the girls from your department and my floor threw me a little shower at lunch."

She reached down and picked up the bag, handing it to him. He looked through it to find all sorts of baby clothing of varying colors among other things they'd need. He smiled as he went through it carefully, finally setting it on the counter. Turning back to her, he hugged her again, kissing her.

"Mmmm...I missed you," he murmured against her mouth, his hands moving down to her hips. She pulled away from him and went to their bedroom. Malcolm followed her.

"Tanya? What's wrong?" he asked, finding her pacing. "Why have you been so distant? It isn't like you."

"My body isn't what it used to be," she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Oh, baby," Malcolm said, holding her from behind. "Tanya, darling, I love you. I think you're very sexy and I want you now more than ever."

She turned around in his arms. "But...I'm big as a house. I've got stretch marks that make my stomach look like a road map, my feet are always swelling up, my breasts are so damn heavy and wanting to leak milk among other unattractive things. How could you possibly want me like this?"

He simply smiled. Taking her hand in his, he placed it over his crotch, his cock making an obscene bulge in his clothes.

"You feel that?" he asked her, rubbing up against her hand. "It's all for you, if you want it. You're the only woman for me and to see you getting big and full from our child, it excites me. Do you want me?"

"God...yes," she moaned. "I've been so horny these past few months, but I never thought you'd want me like this."

"I'll always want you," Malcolm said, helping her undress and into the bed. He then undressed and got in beside her.

"How are we going to do this?" she asked. "The doctor said it wasn't good for the baby in the usual position."

"Turn away from me," he told her, gently easing her onto her side.

He pulled himself up against her back, his stiff rod prodding her butt. Malcolm kissed her throat, his hands on her breasts. He was gentle with her, knowing she was tender. Tanya arched, sighing with pleasure. One hand moved down to caress her big belly before teasing her sex, finding her sopping wet. Very slowly, he pulled her legs apart and eased her right leg over his legs.

He carefully pressed into her, groaning in ecstasy as she clung to him tightly. Tanya moaned loudly, pushing back at him. Malcolm went nice and slow, making sure Tanya understood how much he loved her and needed her. Her cries encouraged him, spurred him on. He made her come several times before he finally let go, trembling all over from the release so long in coming.

When he slipped free, Tanya moved onto her back, panting and looking very pleased. Malcolm smiled, his hand moving back and forth across her belly, stopping when he felt a kick.

"Looks like someone's saying hi," Tanya said, placing a hand over his.

Malcolm took his hand away and moved down. He kissed her taut stomach.

"Hi there, little one," he purred. "Mommy and I can't wait to meet you. It won't be much longer now." He looked up at her. "When's your next appointment with Troy?"

"Tonight, actually," she answered, looking over at a clock. "I need to get going if I'm going to be on time and not keep him waiting."

"I'll go with you," he told her. "I've been busy every other time and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you."

"I know you're always there for me," she said, sitting up and kissing him. "But I wouldn't mind the company."

He smiled and helped her up and to get dressed. Once he was dressed, Malcolm helped her into her car and got behind the wheel. The drive to Troy's office was brief. When they arrived in his office, they were the only ones there. The nurse took them into the back exam room, handing Tanya a hospital gown to put on. Malcolm helped her put it on and up onto the table. A few minutes later and Troy came in with a second doctor. One that Malcolm recognized as Donald Adams, the doctor who'd put a cast on his ankle the first time he'd come with Tanya.

"How's my favorite patient?" Troy asked cheerfully.

"Aside from the constant having to pee and back ache, I'm just fine," she replied, holding Malcolm's hand.

Troy and Donald laughed.

"Troy, why don't you go get the ultrasound machine while I examine Tanya," Donald said, seating himself on a stool between Tanya's outstretched legs.

"Sure," Troy told him, leaving the room.

Donald's exam was brief, taking no more than a few minutes.

"Everything looks just fine," he said, taking his gloves off with a slight snap. "But there is something I need to talk to you about."

"What is it?" Tanya asked, sounding a little worried.

"Well, as long as you take it easy and keep eating right," Donald said, "You'll be the first woman to successfully give birth to a morph's baby."

"You're kidding," Malcolm said. "Out of all the morphs out there, our child will be the first born to a morph?"

"Yes. See, every case of pregnant morph females by another morph or human have either been killed or they miscarried. And no human women have been known to be pregnant by a morph. If they have, they lost the child. Like I said, you're in excellent health and so far, your baby is just fine. There's no conceivable reason you won't give birth to a healthy child.

You're very lucky that you live in this area of the city. Not only does it have the densest population of morphs, but the humans that live around here are very accepting of morphs. But I do suggest finding some friends or people you trust with your lives to keep an eye on you. Aside from whomever you've told about your pregnancy, myself, Troy and our nurses, no one knows about you. There are a lot of people out there that would search you out to keep you from having this baby.

Be cautious. And when it comes time to deliver, we'll either do it in one of our offices or in your home. I don't trust the hospitals and the nearest morph hospital is nearly twenty miles away."

"Why?" Malcolm asked.

"If they didn't take the child and kill it as soon as it was born, they would no doubt make certain your baby would never have children of its own." Donald went to her side and put his hand over theirs. "I swear that I won't let anyone hurt this child. No one has the right to deny you a family and they certainly don't have the right to deny an innocent child its life."

Troy finally came back, wheeling the ultrasound machine in.

"Now, let's have a look at the little one," he said, parking the machine. Pulling a tube of jelly from his pocket, he lifted her gown up over her belly. He squeezed some jelly into his hands, then rubbed them together to warm it up. Troy rubbed the warmed gel over her stomach. Once he was done, he washed his hands and started the machine. Taking up the wand, he sat beside Tanya and placed the wand right on the center of her swollen stomach. They all looked to the monitor. There was the baby, in black and white, its tiny little knees folded up to its chest.

"There's no doubt its Malcolm's kid," Donald said, pointing at its head. "See? Here is its ears, in the same position Malcolm's are. Then this white right under its arm? That's a wing." Troy moved the wand a little getting a different angle, trying to see the sex of the baby. What they saw stunned them. There was another baby, in the exact same position, just a little higher up.

"No wonder you're so big," Troy said, "It's twins."

"How did we not see this before?" Tanya whispered.

"The second child is a little smaller than the first and it kept moving, so it's entirely plausible it kept getting hidden."

"Can you see if they're boys or girls?" Malcolm asked, unable to look away from the screen.

Troy tried several different angles, but nothing could be discerned.

"I'm afraid not. With the way they're positioned and their wings, I can't see what they are."

"That's ok," Tanya said, her voice raw. Malcolm tore himself away from the screen to see Tanya was crying. "We'll know soon enough."

After getting a few pictures from the ultrasound, Troy turned the machine off and wiped the gel off her belly. Both doctors assisted Malcolm in getting Tanya on her feet and dressed.

"Just stick to your diet, take your vitamins and stay off those feet as much as you can and you'll be just fine," Donald told her. "Have a good evening."

"Same goes for you," Malcolm said. "And thank you."

"Just doing our jobs," Troy told him. "But you're very welcome. And don't hesitate to call me if you need anything."

"We won't," Tanya called back as they went into the hall.

When they got back home, Malcolm took Tanya to their room, undressed her and put her to bed.

"You need anything, love?" he asked.

"Just a ham, pickle and marshmallow sandwich," she told him, turning the TV on.

"Coming right up," he said with a smile on his face. Going back out into the kitchen, he set the ultrasound pictures on the counter and made her sandwich, grabbing a bottle of fresh juice and heading for the bedroom. He found her propped up, watching a movie.

"Here you are, gorgeous," he sang, handing her the food and setting the juice on the table. Grabbing one of his work aprons, he headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Tanya asked.

"Just going to the shop to finish up an order," he replied. "I'll be back in an hour. I'm going to call up Bruce and ask him to come over and keep you company, alright? After what Donald told us, you're not staying anywhere alone. I'm not taking any chances."

"What about when you're at the shop all day?" she asked.

"I fixed up the second floor of the building to be an apartment. I was going to rent it out for a little extra cash, but for now, you'll stay there when I'm working and we'll come home together unless someone is willing to stay home with you. I know it sounds silly, but..."

"It doesn't sound silly," she told him. "I'll probably get fed up with you after a few days, but we'll manage."

"Good," he said. "Enjoy your sandwich. See you later."

After he called and waited on Bruce to show up, he walked the three blocks to his woodworking shop. He currently had three apprentices working alongside him during the day, learning his craft. His furniture was highly sought after, even though he's only been open a small handful of months, many pieces going for thousands of dollars. A lot of what he made was both ornamental and functional in design, yet it was very affordable for just about anyone.

But then there were the custom pieces he did for the more wealthy of his customers that kept the business booming. Some of what he made that didn't get sold after a certain period of time he donated to the local homeless shelters and orphanages. As long as business kept rolling in, it wouldn't be long and he'd be able to afford his contracting licenses and build a contracting company.

Unlocking the door, he went in, walking across the display floor and into the main workshop in the back. After turning on the lights, he went over to another door marked, 'Malcolm's Private Workshop. Keep Out Unless Authorized To Enter.' He unlocked the door and moved his private project out into the main workshop.

It was a handmade crib. He'd carved the entire thing from one piece of wood. He had made a few cribs for other customers and had almost finished the one he'd made just for his baby, it just needed to be sanded off a little and painted. The one he was working on now was going to be a gift to a celebrity couple for their child, but that could wait. Having two cribs ready for his children was his top priority now.

With his carving tools beside him and in hand, Malcolm carefully shaved off unwanted pieces, keeping everything smooth. He finished with that about twenty minutes later, then carved a calligraphic M into each end of the top rails along with a crescent moon beside it, his signature. He always made sure to not be perfect with his signature, not only to make it unique, but to prevent anyone from forging his name on bad furniture.

Once he was done, Malcolm put the carving tools away and pulled out a small sander and a large one. Plugging them in, he took up the small sander, flipped it on and started sanding off the smaller, more detailed parts of the crib, like the bars, rails and legs. Once they were smooth as silk, he took the larger sander and took it to the ends and bottom of the crib. As he switched the sander off five minutes later, he heard the bell on the front door ding and the door close. Putting the sander down, he went out to the display floor, finding someone standing just inside the front door.

"Who's there?" he asked, picking up a baseball bat he kept behind the counter.

"It's Jeff," the figure responded, coming into the light.

Malcolm growled low in his throat, bringing the bat up.

"Whoa, easy man," Jeff said, putting his hands up in front of him as he slowly came forward. "I'm not here to cause trouble."

"Then what are you doing here?" Malcolm asked. "And how did you know I was here?"

"Bruce told me," he answered, a blush creeping up his neck. "I...uh...came here to apologize for being an ass."

"Bruce told you?" Malcolm said, puzzled. "Why would he tell you?"

"Well...I happened to be at his place when you called."

Malcolm laughed. "Are you telling me that you two are dating?"

"Um...actually, we've been living together for the last two months."

"You're kidding," Malcolm said, "I know I told him to humiliate you a little, maybe some light spanking, but he actually seduced you?"

Jeff blushed heavier. "Yeah, he did. I was pissed off and so scared I thought I was going to shit myself when I found myself tied to his bed. But when he let me see him and talked to me, I got turned on like you wouldn't believe. I guess I was a...morphophobe before that. Really, I'm sorry for the shit I pulled. But I guess it worked to your advantage."

"Yeah," Malcolm said, putting the baseball bat down. "I just wasn't happy with that job. Now, I love what I do for a living."

"How's Tanya doing?" he asked. "I heard you two went to see the doctor this evening."

"She's great," Malcolm replied, heading back into the workshop, Jeff following. "She's in perfect health and so are our children. We're having twins."

"That's fantastic," Jeff commented. "Congratulations." He looked at the crib as Malcolm looked it over. "You did that yourself? It's beautiful."

"Yeah. I love working with my hands. All I got to do now is paint it. Want to help?"

"Sure," Jeff said, "You got an apron?"

Malcolm grinned, going over to a closet. Fishing out an apron, he turned and tossed it over.

"We're going to use airbrushes," Malcolm told him, handing him one of the sets. After deciding on a golden yellow paint, they loaded up, put on goggles and got to work.