Message-ID: <4485eli$9709301753@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: SLong56586@aol.com Subject: Q-tie Pie 2/? (st:tng; tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970930164415_-2031168539@emout18.mail.aol.com> This is the second part of this serial story. I asked that people e-mail me and indicate whether they wanted me to continue this story. The response was less than overwhelming. This part is for those people who did e-mail me. Again, please let me know you thoughts and whether to go on with this story. Q-TIE PIE 2/? The senior crew gathered around Q/picard and Picard/meaghan, to offer their heartfelt congratulations. Picard/meaghan looked down at herself, and noticed that she was no loner wearing a Star Fleet uniform. She was wearing a maternity bib-coverall, black, with a pink floral shirt underneath. The entire crew was taller than Picard/meaghan now, even Counselor Deanna Troi, and she were relatively short, as women go. Picard/meaghan wondered just how short she was now. Riker had a smile that went from ear-to-ear, and he slapped Q/picard on the back. "Captain. You old dog. We had absolutely no idea at all." In Picard's exact voice, Q/ picard smiled back at Riker and replied, "Well Number 1, it's not something I'm particularly proud of, getting poor Meaghan here with child. We've stayed in contact over the last 8 months. I found that I do love her, and I want to do the right thing." Counselor Troi remarked, "My, she is a wee thing, isn't she??" Picard/meaghan was having a hard time hearing herself being referred to as a "she" or a "her." Even Data, in his mechanical android voice said, "Captain.....it would appear that the size of Meaghan's pregnancy and of her lactating mammary glands are extremely disproportionate to her body frame. She may be in some discomfort. Should we not take her to Doctor Crusher in sick bay?" "DATA!?!" Riker and Troi said in unison, always surprised by some of the things that their friend said at times. He had no idea how inappropriate they were, despite his good intentions. "It's okay," said Q/picard. "Perhaps Data is right. It has been a long journey for my dear sweet Meaghan, and maybe she should go see Dr. Crusher just to make sure the babies are okay." "Babies? As in plural?" Riker queried, raising one eyebrow. "Yes......twins. Isn't that something? I used to think I would never be a father, now in one instant I will be one twice over. "That would explain Miss O'Reilly's size." Data commented hollowly. "DATA!" snapped Troi again, reprimanding the helmsman. Picard/meaghan had been absolutely quiet during all of this, attempting to bear the humiliation that Q/picard was inviting. Instead, she was trying to smile as sweetly as possible, so as not to arouse any suspicion. Q/picard looked at Picard/meaghan saying, "Darling, would you mind terribly going with Counselor Troi to sick bay? Afterward, she'll show you to the guest quarters." Again, Picard/meaghan responded so as to not raise suspicion. "Certainly......sweetheart. Will I see you tonight?" That voice sounded so strange in her ears. "Yes, I'll drop by your quarters when I am off duty." Q/picard then directed his attention to Deanna Troi. "Counselor, if you wouldn't mind......." "Certainly Captain. It would be my pleasure." She answered back. "And Captain........." "Yes, Counselor...........?" "You seem to be very, very happy." "That I am Deanna. I will finally have the family that I have been missing. I have a beautiful bride and mother-to-be. Why wouldn't I be happy?" "I'm almost jealous, Captain!" Riker chimed in. "Carry on," ordered Q/picard. "Number 1, you have the con. Notify me if anything out of the ordinary happens. I'll be in my Ready Room." "Aye Sir," was Riker's military reply. Q/picard disappeared into the Ready Room formerly belonging to Picard/meaghan. Picard/meaghan felt like an outsider now, a stranger aboard her own ship. She knew the entire crew, considered she friends with her senior staff. However, they would not know her now, and she could not disclose who she really was, lest she stay this way forever more. "Meaghan, shall we go?" Deanna Troi gestured toward the turbo lift. Picard/meaghan waddled forward to the turbolift door. It was hard for her to move with her big, swollen abdomen, that had dropped down in preparation for childbirth. The movement of the milk swollen breasts on her chest was very alarming. No sooner were they in the turbo lift then Picard/meaghan felt the living beings in her womb shift and kick. She held onto her abdomen with both hands. Suddenly, there was intense pressure in the bladder area. "Oh no," Picard/meaghan said, because the pressure could not be contained. She felt a very wet, warm moisture grow in her groin area as she wet herself. Quite to her surprise, Picard/meaghan was overwhelmed by the urge to start crying. It was a tide of emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes. Counselor Troi saw what happened, and, sympathizing, took Picard/meaghan's hand into hers. Troi's hand was much bigger than Picard/meaghan's hand. Troi tried to comfort her. "Don't be embarrassed. Babies sometimes press on the bladder causing accidents. It's perfectly natural. With twins, it's got to be pretty rough." Picard/meaghan appreciated the kind words, but they did not help. Tears flowed freely from her eyes now. She doubted that any woman alive could empathize with the way she felt. Completely unbidden, Counselor Troi remarked, "You are such a little cutie-pie. How did you and Jean-Luc meet? He never let on that anything like this was happening!" This forced Picard/meaghan to dry her eyes and talk to Troi. "Well....you know Jean-Luc! He is a very introverted man. He's the last one to tell you something is going on inside him." "If she only knew!!" thought Picard/meaghan to herself. To the surprise of Picard/meaghan, Counselor Troi agreed with her. "Tell me about it. That man can be the most stoic, frustrating and closed person I ever met. I just wish he'd open up and let someone in. It looks like he let you in." Picard/meaghan was absolutely stunned. She had no idea Counselor Troi thought of him' that way. She wondered what everyone else thought about him.' "Does everyone else f-feel that way?" she asked hesitantly. Troi did not realize that she was talking to the real Picard when she replied, "pretty much. The captain for the most part isolates himself. He's alienated himself from people who would be close to him. It's a shame." Troi's words had a strange effect upon Picard/meaghan. She had never cared about those things before. Command dictated that one stand alone. However, for some reason it mattered NOW. It must be the high amount of female hormones running through her system. Picard/meaghan felt that, at that very second, she had missed something very dear. She wanted those people as her friends. At that very second, she wanted nothing more than to be close to her friends, to have what everyone else has. "You were saying about you and Jean-Luc........" Troi interrupted. ".......oh. Anyway, I was stationed on Antares IV at an archeological dig in the recently discovered ruins. I am an archeologist by training. Jean-Luc visited 8 months ago on shore leave. He's quite the archeologist himself........." "I remember." Stated Troi. "He always was interested in that subject." "It was his' interest that attracted us to each other. He told me that if he didn't go to Star Fleet, he' would have been an archeologist himself. At time he' regrets he didn't actually go in that direction. If he had it to do all over again..........." That much, at least was true. ".........one thing led to another, and we fell in love. Now I'm going to have his twins!!" Picard/meaghan caressed her stomach as she finished her statement. The turbo lift doors opened into the hallway leading to sick bay. Picard/meaghan was careful not to appear as if she knew where she was going. She allowed herself to be led by Counselor Troi, which wasn't hard because her short, little legs, and pregnancy prevented her from traveling very fast. They reached the doors of sick bay. They opened automatically, and Beverly Crusher was standing just inside, as if expecting them. Troi started to make the introduction, "Beverly, this is Meaghan O'Reilly, Captain Picard's........" "...........fiancee. So I've heard." Crusher finished. "We're just so stunned. I just got off the com with Will. You're just as pretty as he said you are Meaghan!" Picard/meaghan thought that it was kind of funny because everyone has seen her, except herself. "Thank-you Dr. Crusher. You're just as beautiful as Jean-Luc described you." He' had always had a thing for Beverly so it was the truth. Unfortunately, he' couldn't do a thing about it now. "Please call me Beverly, Meaghan. We're practically family now, at least part of the Enterprise family." Dr. Crusher scanned Picard/meaghan up and down, noticing the moisture stain on the front of the bib cover-all. "Oh....I'm sorry. You had an accident. I didn't mean to make you stand around in wet things." Troi added in, "the babies pressed on her bladder on the way down the turbo lift. She couldn't hold it." Picard/meaghan blushed. Crusher saw how embarrassed Picard/meaghan was, and came up along side her, slipping an arm around her slight shoulder. "Come on lets get you out of those things into a dry robe, while I examine you. Deanna will get you some new clothes, won't you Deanna?" "Of course. No problem." Beverly Crusher continued, "I took the liberty of checking your file. You are quite the archeologist. Quite impressive! I can see where the Captain would be taken with you. How is it on Antares IV? I hear the ruins are breathtaking." Picard/meaghan thought, true to Q's word, the record was working to verify automatically any story he made up. "They are. You should visit them when you have the time. You won't be sorry." Dr. Crusher led Picard/meaghan to a screened area where she could change. There was a robe hanging on a hook. She unbuckled the fastenings to the bib cover-alls throwing them over her shoulder. As Picard/meaghan did so, she noticed for the first time a mass of tousled strawberry blonde hair tumbling over her shoulder. Picard/meaghan pulled of the black cover-alls, struggling somewhat at the stomach. Once those cover-alls were off, she saw a huge distended belly poking out from underneath the pink floral shirt. Picard/meaghan ran her hands over the skin of her belly, almost lovingly, noticing that it was stretched almost to the breaking point. The weight was riding low, very low. She felt the babies kick again. Next, Picard/meaghan removed her shirt. She noticed that she was wearing a foundational bra, with very large cups. She reached around and removed the bra. Picard/meaghan's breasts were huge, with big nipples swollen in anticipation of their job to be. The last thing that she did was remove the urine soaked panties. Fortunately, there was a towel for her to dry off. Picard/meaghan now stood there totally naked. She felt extremely long, thick hair brush her lower back, tickling the top of her rearend. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to inspect herself closer. However, before putting on the robe, she did grasp her breasts experimentally, and squeezed them just to see what it felt like. When she did, she got a decided shock. Mother's milk squirted out of each nipple in a trickle. It was the strangest sensation, feeling liquid squirt out of your nipples. Picard/meaghan blushed, looking around to see if anyone was watching. She thanked the lord that nobody was. Picard/meaghan put on the robe, and rejoined Dr. Crusher. Troi was nowhere to be seen. She thought that Troi went to find her new clothes. Beverly asked her to get up on a medical platform. She did as she was requested to do. During the exam, Picard/meaghan learned some things about herself. Namely, she was now only 4'11" tall, and weighed 150lbs with the twins. Also, in just less than four weeks she was to be the mother of healthy twin baby girls. As Picard/meaghan lay there on the platform, she hoped.......no prayed for something to happen, so she could get out of this body. 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