Tifa closes her eyes. She caresses her swollen belly with both hands. She speaks quietly, to herself, and Jim can hear.
"Your entire life depends on me now. You do understand that, yes?"
Jim tries to answer but can't. Meanwhile, Tifa's uterus continues working on him, drawing his essence out through the umbelical cord, into the placenta, and from there into Tifa. He continues to shrink.
"You want so badly to get out of this 'prison' you're in, don't you?" Jim moved a bit, and found himself bumping, headfirst, into Tifa's closed cervix. "You're three months away from that now. In a few minutes it'll be four. I can survive out here. I can breathe, and eat, and take care of myself like a big girl. You can't. I've made sure of it. The very same placenta that's draining your remaining months away is also keeping you alive. Every breath I take sustains you. You should be thankful, Jim. Very thankful. Because if I change my mind right now about keeping you on board as my passenger... that cervix below you will open... and I'll start pushing... and pushing... and you'll re-enter a world you just can't survive in.
"There are only two ways you're going to leave this body of mine, Jim. When you emerge from my pussy-- if you ever do, that is-- it will be either as a product of my body... my child... or as a waste product, the messy result of an unfortunate misunderstanding. If you have any sense to you, you'll stay perfectly still for the next five minutes while I continue to absorb you; then I'll know to continue your journey. Otherwise, we'll part ways. I don't mean to hold you hostage... but that's just the way it is."
Jim tries to think. Tifa's female hormones continue flow through him, addling his brain, softening him in preparation for his continued transition to femininity. Yet his old resolve remains: if she is bluffing, this might be the last chance to remain who he was.
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