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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.
Many light years away the high commander of the Breen okayed the
first incursion into federation space, using the gas cloud scenario.
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