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Hidden Potential

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*[[ * _ A furry, fetish short story that includes but is not limited to: Hermaphroditic "Transformation", Pregnancy, Loving Partners, and Birth_

Penned by 2019 KenFerret @ Furaffinity

Please ask permission before reposting, thank you.

_None of this is canon according to Decausus or Sarah's stories, and should be considered more as a thought experiment and purely is 100% fetish fuel. Enjoy. _ ** ]]**

CHAPTER 2: Internal Revelations

"Sarah, can we stop?"

Sarah glanced over at Decausus and tilted her head. A concerned look stretched over her face, "Again?" she asked, the worry clearer as she spoke.

Decausus nodded. "Yeah. Again. I gotta pee..." he said, his own voice low as he glanced down and away. He was embarrassed by it. He knew what it made him seem like. Despite all the wonders of modern sexual equality, he still... well he was inexorably male. Things had finally settled down to the point where it was okay to identify with whatever you wanted to be. Be it male, female, male-to-female, female-to-male, or any variation of attraction from demi to pan, none of it mattered anymore. People just were what they were and everyone was... just kinda okay with it. No one was really sure when that had changed, but it had been good for everyone when everyone realized that 'who the fuck cares, unless you're trying to get in bed with them?' So he was totally okay with being totally male. Sarah had been fine with it too. Or so he had though, until about thirty minutes ago, when they realized that something was wrong. What it was, they both knew, was less of a concern than what it was doing to him, but still.

Sarah nodded and pulled away from the road, into the parking lot of a small restaurant. She leaned over and put a hand on his thigh. "You want me to come in with you? I'll wait outside the bathroom." she suggested, looking to him with love and worry.

Decausus shook his head, then stopped and reconsidered, nodding it after a moment. Sarah smiled. "Okay. We'll go into the restaurant together."

Decausus had been mostly silent for the duration of the trip. Sarah knew that there was probably a million questions and fears rolling around in his head, but at least the both of them knew one thing: He wasn't in pain. That was... well, if it wasn't a good sign, it wasn't a bad one either. However, there was actually one thing that Decausus had NOT told her yet, and it was the fact that he still had an erection from hell. That was gonna make it real hard to pee.

No pun intended.

Sarah took his hand as they approached the front door to the restaurant. The crisp, Fall air hit Decausus' lungs with the sort of sensation that he had grown to love about that time of the year. The fresh, autumn scents and feelings were also the kind that they would have probably enjoyed together in their wonderful seclusion, post-coitus, cuddled up under the back porch on the couch with hot chocolate and a good book or funny movie on one of their phones together. The situation was, unfortunately, more urgent than such enjoyments, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

The Mongoosian regretted not being able to enjoy it as he closed the car door, pinning his ears back briefly as it shut with a loud 'chunk.' Turning his gaze upwards with a deep sigh, he scanned, briefly the building they had stopped at; An old, from the looks of it, burger place. The brick was probably older than he was, and the roofing had long since become stained and scratched by time. If the paint on the metal surfaces had ever been red, they turned a ruddy brown over time, and the rusty runoff from it had started to creep down the side of the walls with every rain. Yet, judging by the number of cars in the parking lot, the place was well-known, and people collected there to eat in considerable numbers, with recently cleaned windows serving as further evidence of its good reputation and at least some level of care by the owners and workers of the establishment. Even the parking lot had seen some work over the years, as cracks had been filled in by tar, over and over, creating a messy, spaghetti-web of darker lines across the width and breadth of the lot itself, with fresh paint lines being put over the old time and again.

At least it was bound to be clean, within reason. Shivering gently, Decausus took a path around the front of the car to meet Sarah, who looked unsure, but smiled supportively and offered her hand. He took it, and the two headed inside.

While the exterior of the building had been somewhat drab, even a bit dingy, the interior was clean and looked as if it had been recently refurbished. Terracotta tiling, red booths and seats, and off-white tables gave the fast-food burger joint a bit of a classic feel, though Decausus wasn't sure he would have chosen those tiles to go with the tables and chairs that populated the center of the dining area. Still, he was thankful for the fact that it was, in fact, as clean as he suspected it would be, if not more so.

Decausus and Sarah avoided the crowd of people moving and talking, ordering and waiting, and headed for the bathroom on the far side of the restaurant. Sarah seemed to be doing her best to block the view of his middle from those around. This he was immensely thankful for, even if the white cat's efforts were completely wasted with how many people were around. Decausus felt his cheeks flush, and ever increasing heat burning beneath his skin the longer he remained in the open. His embarrassment, even though people seemed to pay him little attention at all, was immense, and by the time he reached the back area of the restaurant, where the bathroom doors were, he was practically burning up. Sarah, of course, noticed this.

"Are you okay?" she asked again, "You look... really warm?" she asked, tilting her head at him as he leaned back against the wall and stared at the ground. The feline woman reached up then, to feel his forehead, "... You're burning up..." she noted with concern, to which Decausus nodded silently. Her concern turned to worry, obvious on her face by the deepening frown and the creasing of her brow, when he said nothing. "... Decca, talk to me..." she whispered softly, and took him gently by the jaw with both of her hands, to force him to look at her. "What's wrong?"

Someone peered around the corner and started to stare a little at the two, but Sarah quickly caught on and shot him a death glare that sent the peeper away and left them alone once more. Decausus knew how it must look to some; What with his belly swollen out to where he could barely see the tips of his feet if he was standing straight up, and his lover holding his head up. He had never been good with vulnerability, and now he was the very picture of it, and so closed his eyes, refusing to look at her. He did, however, respond.

"I know I'm not going to be able to pee." he admitted in a barely audible whisper, one which only Sarah's well-tuned and large feline ears could possibly hear, "I haven't been able to since this whole thing began."

Sarah's expression of concern deepened. "How bad is it?" she asked in equally a discreet manner, "... None at all?" she inquired further. Decausus nodded, and Sarah, looking around, quickly came up with a suggestion and straightened herself, looked around, then stepped away. Decausus's gaze turned upwards, following her as if dismayed slightly by her reaction, when she interrupted the line of thought that 'He was less of a man,' with directions instead. "You go into the family restroom. I'll join you. Just lock it, and open it when I knock, okay?"

Decausus nodded once more and turned to face the wall, spotted the door he was to enter, and then did so after a quick, fearful glance around, just to make sure no one was watching him.

"Not that it would matter." he assured himself, "We never go to this place anyways, it's so far out of the way." Such thoughts made him feel a little better about the situation, and letting her into a public restroom with him. Together. The mostly-tan Mongoose then spent a few seconds looking around, as he waited for Sarah to knock, and was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the entire bathroom was completely spotless. He reached behind him to lock the door, then stared at his surroundings for a moment longer. Inside the room around him there were waiting benches, two stalls, a long sink, diaper disposal units, and other odds and ends. The room smelled clean at least, even if it had a scent reminiscent of a hospital. Both that and the changing stations made him feel oddly uncomfortable to think about and look at. After all, he looked pregnant, and well along. He also felt pregnant if he were honest with himself, and the whole situation just made him blush all the more.

Seconds ticked by, then a minute. No knock. Decausus became agitated, and more so as time went on. Especially when he looked at himself in the mirror, turned sideways, and really got an eyefull of what he looked like. There was no way that anyone, looking at him from the side, could have mistook what was going on. He was carrying, and while he wasn't babies that were in there, the simple fact that he was carrying was enough to make him feel sick. A few moments later he began to feel lightheaded too, and decided to settle on a nearby leather-coated, pleated bench to rest a moment. Worse than before, he felt completely exposed, and his hard on, which had been with him since he and Sarah came together in bead earlier that day, was significantly worse than before. His penis actually hurt. Bad. It ached with the kind of need that someone had after being seriously blue-balled during a date, or when you had to pee extremely badly in the morning, the latter of which was closer to the truth than not! Decausus heaved breath after breath, unable to catch it and clear his head. The blush under his eyes burned like crazy, to the point that tears started to well up in beneath his lids, and he started to lose his train of thought a little.

Decausus's head slumped, but only a little, and he stared at the almost foreign figure in the mirror that he was represented by. Then, his hands trembling, he began to lift the hem of his shirt up, which had already begun to ride somewhat, towards the top of his belly. Grasping it with his twitching fingers, he watched as the expanse of a middle much larger than before was suddenly revealed, and as he lifted it up to his chest, to massive, head-sized breasts fell out of the confines of his shirt! With the sudden sensation of breasts flopping down onto his belly, Decausus jumped, startled, and blinked his eyes clear, only to find that it was entirely his imagination. He shook his head and wiped his eyes again, then sighed with some small relief, as it had all been, what? A hallucination? A day dream? Did he not get enough sleep?

"It doesn't matter. Just as long as it wasn't real..." he convinced himself, intentionally ignoring the fact that hallucinations and daydreams this intense weren't normal for him, or probably anyone who didn't have something wrong with them. "Everything's fine. I'm sure the doct-"

The sound of knocking derailed his train of thought, and with a small grunt, he lifted himself up again and headed for the door, unlocked it, and came face to face not with Sarah, but a completely different person whom he had never seen before.

"C-can I help you?" he asked, receiving only a frown from the short lagomorph who he was staring down at, and which conveyed an annoyance that Decausus felt was going to lead to trouble.

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