Fred wondered if something was in that drink he just sipped, he felt woozy, intoxicated, and different. Did he shrink in height, and did his hair just get longer, and why was his chest now heavy and soft, and his crotch empty feeling? What was so tight around his legs, and what was he wearing on his head? He was too woozy to make sense of it all, and finally collapsed into a big hunky beachgoer’s arms, who was none other than his buddy Oliver.
“Okay, right leg, aand left leg,” I said as I stepped out of the shower. When I had agreed to swap bodies with my pregnant wife I hadn’t really thought about how much I was going to have to get used to. At least for her it was a slow progression, but I became seven months pregnant literally overnight, and that was a month ago! Plus, I had to get used to stuff like having to sit to pee (which this baby makes sure I do often), and these breasts. I know I’m pregnant and this isn’t what they’re like all the time, but I still don’t know how women deal with them all the time. I mean, I love a nice pair of tits as much as the next guy, but now that I’ve been on the other side of them it feels different. All that said though, her body is still a lot of fun, huge belly and all.
Leaving my thoughts, I pick up my towel and wrap it around my rear, beginning to dry off my ass when I hear someone. I turn around and catch my own body, currently inhabited by my wife, of course, peeking around the corner of the bathroom at me. I smile at her, and giggling I drop the towel. “Oops,” I say mischievously, and bend down awkwardly to pick it up. When I stand up she’s right next to me, and she places a hand on my still sopping wet belly.
“You still like this?” she asks. And I smile and nod. I love being in this body, more than she knows.
“I do, and actually,” I start to say. “I was hoping we could stay like this?”
I look up at my husband as he smiles at me, his hand still on my belly as he pulls me into a big kiss.
“My daddy will kill you if he catches you here. He still blames you for knocking me up.” I say as we start to kiss after taking off my shirt.
“He can’t blame me for making out with his smoking hot daughter and either way it’s your mamma’s fault, She’s the one who turned you in to a girl in the first place.” He replied as his hands moved lower down my belly.
“Yeah but we didn’t have to go at it like rabbits when she told me it was permanent to spite her.” I say as I let out a soft moan. His hands skillfully touching all the right places.
“As I recall that was your idea just like it was your idea that I come over to study today knowing full well I would have other things on my mind then studying.” He comments in between kisses and slipping his hand down the hem of my pants. “Besides if anyone would ask we are Studying Biology.”
I gasp as he starts to finger me and moan out. “Yeah just doing what comes Naturally.” as i finish saying this almost on cue he throws me down on the couch and he pulls of my pants and unbuckles his belts as he Reminds me of How I got this belly in the first place.
I never thought I would receive a message from her. Not after what I did. It was a long time ago, about five years, no wait, six years exactly, when I learned how to brew potions.
15 years old Steven was an only child so when his mother announced she’s expecting he was more than happy. Steven promised his mom that he would help her durning this time no matter what’s need to be done. His mother Lindsey used his enthusiasm and with the help of her grandma’s medalion she performed a body swap spell so he would take her place for a short time.
“You look beautiful,” John said to his wife as she cradled her pregnant belly. She smiled at him.
“Thanks honey. I don’t always feel like I do, but if you say so,” she said, and he walked forward to put a hand on her belly, smiling back at her. Had she always been taller than him?
“Can you feel your sister kick?” she asked him, his hand still on her belly, which was now at his eye-level.
“What? My sister?” he said shocked. “No, that’s my daughter!”
She laughed. “No silly, she’s your sister! She’s your deadbeat dad’s daughter.” She rolled her eyes, and looked down in disdain at her belly, feeling her swelled and engorged breasts as she did.
“Daddy?” John asked. “When is he coming back?”
“Oh, sweetie, um… I’m not sure, but you know who is coming home soon?” she bent down with some effort to talk to him.
“I am!” John’s step-father said, walking into the room and putting his hand on his wife’s belly. John ran out of the room: he didn’t like seeing Mommy and him kissing. It was too gross.
“Was he asking about his father again?” he asked his wife.
She sighed. “Yes. I don’t want to break his heart, but I know he’s never coming back.”
“And he’s crazy. What kind of guy would knock up a beautiful woman like you…” his voice trailed off as he slipped off the straps of her dress, pulling it down over her round belly. He groped one of her swelled breasts, and she smiled. “And leave behind boobs like these…” She giggled, and he locked the door as she shimmied out of her pants.
When life gives you lemons you feel like you can’t take it any longer, like it’s too much and the whole world is against you. But sometimes it can bring you good things and i learned about this from my own expirience.
“How am I?” Tori’s body shouted at Bobbi and Brit (the name Carol’s boobs had decided to go by). “I’m fucking pregnant! It’s not like it’s a walk in the park being this big!”
“Virginia, calm down,” Tori’s vagina had decided to go by the name Virginia. “You wanted to be pregnant, remember? And it’s not like you’re alone: I got knocked up too.” Bobbi lifted her shirt, revealing her large belly and massively swollen tits.
“I know, and at least I get to push this baby out of Tori in a few months. It’ll be rough on me, but I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like for her,” she slapped her pussy, just to make her point. “Speaking of our former owners, Bobbi, I bet your girls are just loving this.” She walked over, and suckled on one of Bobbi’s tits.
“Shut up!” Bobbi shouted. “You’re mine now, and I’ll let her do whatever she wants to you.”
Virginia dropped the tit, letting it slap against Bobbi’s belly. “Brit, what about you? Look at that belly of yours: it could do with some filling up.”
“No!” she shouted. “We-we don’t want to get full. Then she’ll have to milk us…”
Bobbi sighed. “Brit, only half of your mind is your boobs, so you’d be milking yourself!” Only one of Carol’s tits made the transfer with her mind, so now Carol was her right tit, and Brit was her left. Unfortunately for both, their mind was equally split.
Virginia reached out, and pinched one of Brit’s nipples. She let out a very personal yelp.
“Fine, we’ll let you be for now, but you’ll come around to the idea eventually.”
You sit beside the pool, watching Brandi splash around with some guys who were obviously into her, and with boobies like hers, threatening to burst out of her little bikini top, who could blame them? You look down at your own bikini, but you’re instantly distracted by the huge belly just past it. James had really filled you up, in more ways than one. It had been eight months since then, and Brandi was lucky she had been more interested in tit-fucking: you weren’t sure either of you could handle the both of you being pregnant.
But even as round as you are, that wouldn’t stop you from getting some action. What else is a bimbo good for after all? You were surprised how many guys wanted to suck your milk-filled boobies, and feel your bloated belly pressed up against them. And speaking of…
Brandi had lost half of her top, but one of the guys was clearly more interested in something else. You wag your finger at him, calling him over as you pull down one half of your bikini top. His eyes go wide and he quickly comes over to you. Brandi and the other guy follow suit, and before you know it you’re in their car, giving them directions back to your house.
I should have known not to make fun of a witch. Not only did she turn me into a woman, she turned me into a sex crazed bimbo. I couldn’t go a day without having sex. “Only until you learn to respect women will the spell be broken” the witch told me on that faithfull day. I wasn’t used to sex as a woman, of course I wasn’t on the pill, or neither did I use any kind of protection. It wasn’t until I started to get morning sickness, and a small baby bump that I understood what she was talking about. I don’t know who the father is, I don’t even know the names of all the guys I slept with.