Gregor woke from troubled dreams to discover that he was eight months pregnant. Transformed in his bed, he lay on his back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his large belly, slightly domed. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. He had developed breasts, and such was his size that he could barely move.
"What's happened to me? It must be a dream,” he thought, and tried to turn over and sleep. But it wasn't a dream.
He shook his head. “I must stop eating kebabs.”
"What's happened to me? It must be a dream,” he thought, and tried to turn over and sleep. But it wasn't a dream.
He shook his head. “I must stop eating kebabs.”
