Mrs. March 2nd: Mother Knows Best

Trigger #054: Mother Nature
Celestial Class: The spirit of the planet Earth herself, goddess of fertility, femininity, and motherhood.

Transformation Type: TG, Pregnancy. Milfification.

Threat Level: Benevolent. Due to decreasing birthrates, every March she emerges from the Earth's core to bless a lucky few to become mothers, sometimes temporarily, but for certain eggs, permanently.

Subject: Dina Sawyer, 26, F, formerly Dean Sawyer, 26, AMAB.

From the private phone records of Dina Sawyer and her mother, Dianne.

-Call from Mom, March 13, 2023-

Dean: Hey Mum, what's up?

Mom: Hi sweetie. I just... wanted to check in on you is all. Have you been busy lately?

Dean: No, actually, I had the weekend off, so I've just been playing video games since yesterday, haha. What have you been up to...?

Mom: Oh... I see... well, I was just, um... I was... *sob*

Dean: Mom? Mom?! Woah, hey, Mom, what's wrong!?

Mom: It's just... *sniff* it was my birthday yesterday, honey...

Dean: Oh... oh SHIT...

Mom: *sniffle* And you didn't even call, or-or text, or... *sob*

Dean: Fuck! Mom- I- I'm so sorry, I totally spaced, I...

Mom: It's... ok... I understand you're... "busy" but... I'd be lying if I didn't say I was disappointed, sweetheart. My birthday has been a hard day for me since your father left us... and now... now it just feels like you've left me too... *sob*

Dean: Fuck-fuck-SHIT! Mom I... *sniff* I'm so SO sorry I forgot your birthday...

(Audible creaking and gurgling sounds. It is my educated assumption that this is the moment Mother Nature "chose" Dina and her transformation began...)

Dina: You raised me all alone and worked so hard and I wasn't there for you! I'm so so sorry! I'm such a shit excuse for a son! *sob* Guh, sorry, my voice is cracking right now... I promise I'll make this up to you, Mom!

Mom: Hey, hey, there's no need to cry, it's ok, sweetie! You're a wonderful daughter, sweetie, and I know from experience how hard it is to get around when you're pregnant. But at least you have a husband to help take care of you unlike I did, haha!

Dina: *sniff* Huh? But weren't you the one crying just a second ago? And "daughter?" I know I sound like a girl when I cry, but you don't need to make fun of me for it! And what's this about being pregnant? I'm not-

(A pregnant pause)

Dina: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!

Mom: Darling!? Sweetie!? Are you okay?!

Dina: M-Mom, I'm pregnant! I-I have boobs and everything! I-I'm so fat I can barely fit in this fucking chair! I must weigh like, 200 pounds!!! What the FUCK!?

Mom: Oh dear, you must be having a moodswing, darling. It's ok, being pregnant puts your hormones all out of whack. And don't worry about that weight, darling, if your mother is anything to go by, it'll all go to the right places, I promise.

Dina: H-How did this happen to meeeee?! *sob*

Mom: Well, honey, when a man and a woman love each other very much-

Dina: No, that's not what I- wait, what is-?! EWWW! Now I'm fucking LEAKING!? Oh GOD, I'm lactating, aren't I?! This can't be happening!!!

Mom: Oh, did you get that new breast pump I sent you, darling? That should help! It's a good idea to put a few bottles in the freezer just in case, what with the baby food shortage and all.

Dina: W-Why is this happening to me? I-I-I'm not ready to be a mommy!!!! Uwaaaaaa!

Mom: Honey, sweetie, calm down. You've told me you wanted to be a mommy just like me since you were five years old, and I'm sorry I told you that wasn't possible because you were a b-... huh, come to think of it, I'm not sure why I told you that. Maybe because I didn't want you to be like me because I didn't feel like I was ready to be a mommy either? But I got through it, and it was the best decision I ever made. That is, YOU were the best decision I ever made.

Dina: *sniff* R-Really...? E-Even though I forgot your birthday...?

Mom: Really really. You're a wonderful daughter,, and you're going to be an amazing mother. And you're not going to have to do it alone like I did. You'll have me, and you'll have that amazing husband of yours by your side every step of the way. I love you, sweetie.

Dina: *sniff* T-thanks Mom... I love you so so much, too, I... WAIT, DID YOU SAY HUSBAND?! I'M MARRIED!? TO A GUY?!?!

Mom: Oh geeze, that pregnancy brain must be hitting you way harder than I thought. How about I come over and we sit on the couch and watch some movies together like old times, hon, okay? I'll be over soon, Dina. Love you!

Dina: "DINA"?! Who's DINA!?

*click*

-End of Call-

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to TashaTheWitchQueen for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)