Everything Is Perfect

Note: This chapter takes place months after the previous chapter.

Emily takes off her light jacket after entering the hospital, relieved to expose her breasts and pussy to the warm air. She's a bit tired due to not getting much sleep lately. And the reason for that isn't due to staying up late having sex. She has had these terrible nightmares. At first, she didn't think much about it. But she's been having them every night in a row for the past few nights. Since Emily is seeing her doctor today for her ultrasound, she figures she'll mention her nightmares to her. However, her priorities immediately change after seeing Dr. Hayward's sexy body.

No words are said as the two nude pregnant women stare lustfully at each other. Despite knowing each other for years, they still become extremely aroused whenever they meet. And the only thing on the two women's minds right now is sex.

Emily considers herself lucky to have Dr. Hayward as her doctor. She has more pleasure in having sex with her than with her own mom. Every time Emily has sex with another woman, she always imagines she's fucking Dr. Hayward.

Before Dr. Hayward can ask her favorite client how she's doing, she notices her attention is on something behind her instead of on her. When she turns around to see what Emily is looking at, she discovers it's her strap-on. "I'm sorry, Emily. I know you want to fuck me for the rest of the day. And believe me. I would love to have sex with you the whole day as well. But, unfortunately, I can't. I have a few other sluts I have to give ultrasounds to today. But we'll have time to have some mind-breaking fun after your checkup. So, let's get started."

As Dr. Hayward starts sucking hungrily on Emily's left breast, she thinks about how great it will be once Emily becomes her only client. Thanks to the genius system the beloved Master of the World invented, money is no longer a thing, and everyone gets free food delivered to them every week. So, Dr. Hayward could drop all of her other clients. It would give her much more free time to do things, like visiting Emily's house and seeing her every day. But she has decided to wait until after all her clients have given birth to their daughters before she goes through with her planned action.

Dr. Hayward sucks on Emily's breast longer than she needs to. She honestly doesn't want to stop. But she reminds herself that the sooner she finishes her checkup, the quicker she can have Emily start fucking her with her strap-on. After releasing Emily's nipple from her mouth, Dr. Hayward says, "Your titties are producing lots of delicious milk. So, that tells me you've been eating the recommended diet. That's good."

The rest of Emily's checkup goes smoothly. All that's left is her ultrasound. "And there she is," Dr. Hayward says as Emily's daughter appears on the screen. "Have you thought of a name for her yet?"

"No, not yet. I originally wanted to name her Slut. But all of my friends are going to name their daughters that. So, I'll have to think of something else."

"I'm in the same boat as you. As lovely as Slut is, all of my co-workers want to name their daughters that as well. But I think I thought of a great name for my daughter. What do you think of Titties?"

"Oh! I like it," Emily says. "I remember you telling me all the women in your family always grow up to have massive titties. So, naming your daughter Titties is perfect. I wish I could name my daughter Titties. But I won't know if my daughter will develop big titties until years later."

"Well, you still have plenty of time to think of a name," Dr. Hayward says as she turns off the ultrasound. "Hopefully, both of our daughters will be easy to raise. I know all babies are different. But I'm praying that mine will not have any difficulty staying asleep. Anyway. Your checkup is done. If you don't have any questions or concerns, we can start having sex now."

Emily almost says she can't think of anything. But she suddenly remembers something. "Actually, I do have one concern. For the past few nights, I've had these awful nightmares. I'm woken up in the middle of the night by them, terrified. Thankfully, I can calm myself down quickly by saying everything is fine. But it takes me a while to fall asleep again because I'm afraid I'll have another nightmare. Do you have any idea as to why I'm having nightmares, Dr. Hayward?"

"Well, believe it or not, having nightmares during pregnancy is common. I've had a few pregnancy nightmares myself. Although, I haven't had them happen to me every night. Are your nightmares about something bad happening to your baby?" The response Dr. Hayward gets from Emily is no. "Oh. Well, that's the most common nightmare among pregnant women. What are your nightmares about? Do you remember any of them fully?"

"I remember all of them perfectly," Emily says. "Last night, you were in my nightmare. It started with me visiting you for a checkup. But when I enter your room, you're wearing clothes. And I'm not talking about a slutty nurse outfit. You were wearing clothes that completely covered your body. I look down at myself and realize I'm wearing clothes that cover up my tits and pussy as well. And neither of us saw anything with this."

"Did the clothes we were wearing at least cling to our bodies and show off our curves," Dr. Hayward asks. The thought of wearing clothes indoors that covers her sexy body disgusts her. And she becomes even more disgusted after Emily responds with a no. "Wow! That is an awful nightmare."

"That's only the beginning of my nightmare. It gets much worse. The first thing you say to me is happy birthday. I don't know how, but I know my 18th birthday happened a week before. Anyway. I tell you what I did on my birthday while you do all the boring stuff a doctor does to their patient for a normal checkup. At one point, you asked me how my family was doing. For some strange reason, when I mentioned my brother, I referred to him as Luke instead of Master. After you're done with your checkup, you tell me I'm perfectly healthy. The last thing that happened in my nightmare before I woke up was me leaving your doctor's office to go home."

Dr. Hayward takes a moment to think about what to say. "So, you're saying throughout the appointment, we didn't once strip our clothes off or have sex with each other? I didn't do any of the fun and most important parts of the checkup, like measure how big your sex drive is by seeing how wet your pussy was?"

Emily shakes her head no.

"I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight now. I remember you coming to the clinic one day for a checkup, and your 18th birthday happened a week before. But what happened that day was nothing like what happened in your nightmare. Do you remember that day, Emily?"

"Of course, I remember that day. I'll never forget it. I entered your doctor's office to see you wearing the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen. After the checkup, your birthday gift for me was us having sex for the first time. I wish I could relive dominating you with my strap-on for the first time, Dr. Hayward."

"I wish I could relive that whole day too. By the way, I still have that lingerie. Maybe I'll wear it for you again one day. Anyway, going back to your nightmares, I've never had a client who has had pregnancy nightmares that awful before. The good news is the nightmares should stop, and everything should be fine again after you give birth. But there's nothing I can do to help you to prevent from having them until then. Hopefully, your nightmares don't get any worse than that."

Emily sighs. "I hope you're right. Last night was the worst one I've had, in my opinion."

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to about your nightmares, you can always come to me. I'm more than happy to listen and comfort you. I'll talk to my co-workers about your nightmares. They might know of something that will help you that I didn't know."

"Thank you. You're the best." At this point, Emily sees Dr. Hayward as more of her friend than her doctor. She was the second person she told she was pregnant after her mom. And Emily remembers every single moment of seeing Dr. Hayward get impregnated by Master. But she wants them to be more than just friends. Unbeknownst to Emily is that Dr. Hayward feels the same way.

"I know what will cheer you up. I think I still have time..." Before Dr. Hayward can continue speaking, she's interrupted by a pregnant nurse peeking her head inside the room to tell Dr. Hayward her next client is waiting for her. "Dammit! Son of a... I shouldn't curse. Otherwise, my daughter will have a pottymouth. I'm sorry, Emily. I'm needed elsewhere. The best advice I could give you for your nightmares is to try not to think about them. Find something to keep yourself busy for the rest of the day."

Emily takes Dr. Hayward's advice to heart and wanders around town aimlessly after leaving the hospital. She figured it'd be better to be outside than stay at home watching TV cause that's what she's been doing for the past few days. Due to it being such a nice day, Emily sees many women having public sex outside. On every street she walks through, women are having sex with each other. Most of them are pregnant, like her. But there are a few who don't show any signs of pregnancy. I'll have to remember to inform Master that there are sluts here he hasn't impregnated yet the next time I see him. Emily thinks to herself.

"I'm so close to cumming, Mom! Please don't stop! Fuck me harder," Emily hears a woman shout. She turns to where the voice came from to see two sluts she recognizes. She didn't realize she was on the street where Ms. Williams and her daughter, Chole, live.

It's been a while since Emily has seen them. Ms. Williams is a good friend of her mom. Despite Chole being a few years older than her, Emily still considers her a good friend. And seeing her pregnant and bouncing rapidly on her mother's strap-on, who is also pregnant, while their breasts leak milk turns Emily on immensely.

"Would you like to join us, Emily," Ms. Williams asks, finally noticing she's watching them.

Before Emily can respond, she remembers one of her nightmares. She, along with her mom and Master, arrives at Ms. Williams' house for a party, celebrating Chole graduating college. However, everyone was fully clothed, and the party consisted of eating food, talking, and Chole receiving gifts. That's not a party. A party is where sluts gather to have an orgy with each other. Also, what happened at Chole's graduation party went nothing like what happened in her nightmare. Emily remembers that throughout the whole party, Chole spent the entire time being fucked by her family members and friends with strap-ons.

"Uhh... Maybe next time, Ms. Williams. Have fun fucking your daughter," Emily says before continuing to walk down the street. She didn't think seeing Ms. Williams and Chole would make her remember her nightmares. Thankfully, Emily quickly forgets about them as she wanders through town again.

Eventually, she ends up near her old school. She decides she'll enter to see how the place is doing. But first, she wants to see if the school's athletic team is practicing outside on the field. And much to her joy, they are. The young college-age girls are training for their upcoming dildo tournament. Dildo is a massively popular sport where sluts ride on a dildo and try to last as long as they can without cumming.

As Emily moves closer to the girls, she can hear the coach yelling loudly over their moans. "Remember, sluts! Try to think of something to distract yourself! Don't look at me! Look at the floor! Come on, sluts! I know we have what it takes to win this year! Think about how happy we'll all be after we win the tournament and all our hard work is rewarded by having a massive orgy with Master!"

That last sentence spoken by the coach causes the girls to cum. Realizing her mistake, the coach says, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Emily laughs a bit. As the girls start bouncing rapidly on the dildos again, she heads toward the school's main entrance. On her way there, her mind suddenly remembers another one of her nightmares. In the nightmare, Emily was playing this weird sport called soccer. However, she doesn't know how her mind came up with this game, as it doesn't exist. She remembers how horrified she was when everyone cheered for her after she scored a goal. But after taking a moment to think about it, she becomes confused.

What's so special about me kicking a ball into a net? She asks herself, knowing she won't get an answer. But she develops more questions as she thinks more about the nightmare. What's so appealing about watching fully clothed women chase after a ball? That has to be the worst sport I've ever heard of. Why were there so many men in my nightmare? Master is the human male in existence.

To distract herself, Emily pictures Dr. Hayward wearing her sexy lingerie. It works, and she quickly forgets about her nightmare as she enters the school. The moans she hears as she wanders through the hallways bring back memories of when she was still in school. It isn't long until she finds the person she's looking for, her friend, Rachel.

"Oh my god! Emily! It's so good to see you again. How are you?" Rachel asks as she continues to fuck the young student.

"I'm good. I see you're tutoring one of your students."

"Yep. I've been fucking this slut for only a few minutes, and her mind has already been broken. Let me tell you, being a teacher is so much fun. I love teaching the next generation of women how to be sluts. I don't understand why you didn't become a teacher. You were the best slut to ever graduate from this school."

Before Emily can respond, the bell rings. For some reason, this triggers her to, once again, remember one of her nightmares. In the nightmare, she, Rachel, and the rest of her old classmates were sitting in class. However, none of them were wearing the mandatory school uniform. And what's even worse is that their teacher wasn't teaching them how to be sluts. She was teaching them math.

No! Everything is fine! Everything is fine! That didn't happen! None of my nightmares happened in real life! Think about Dr. Hayward wearing her lingerie! Emily thinks to herself. Thankfully, Rachel doesn't notice her panicking as she's too busy looking at the other female students as they walk through the hallway. Once the hallways are empty again, Emily has fully calmed herself down.

"Hey, Rachel. Don't you have a class to teach this period?"

"No. I'm off this period. So, we have plenty of time to talk."

As much as she would love to stay, Emily can't help but feel that doing so will make her remember the rest of her terrible nightmares. "Uhh... Actually, I can't stay. I... Uhh... Have an appointment to get an ultrasound. But I wanted to see how you were doing. I'll stop by to see you again someday. I promise."

Rachel nods her head as she focuses her attention on fucking her student. Emily hates having to lie to her. But she desperately wanted to go to the place she knows has nothing that would trigger her to remember her nightmares again.

It took a while. But Emily finally returns home. She lives in the same house she grew up in, while her mom and Master live in a mansion on the other side of town. Master didn't have a problem with her not wanting to live in the manor after she agreed she would visit at least once a week. Emily would've loved to see her family today. She always loves seeing mom in her maid uniform. But she didn't want to risk remembering one of her nightmares.

Emily decides the best way to forget about her nightmares, at least until she goes to bed, is to finish watching the first season of her new favorite show. It's about a woman who is the youngest daughter of a large family of women and dominates all of them with her strap-on, one by one. Emily eagerly watches the last episode of the season until she hears someone knocking on her door.

Oh, come on! And just when the daughter was about to dominate her mother. Emily thinks to herself as she pauses the TV. She doesn't know who's knocking on her door. But whoever it is will get an earful from her.

When Emily answers the door, she's surprised to see Master and Dr. Hayward on the other side. And what surprises her more is Dr. Hayward is wearing her sexy lingerie.

"Hello, Emily. Is it okay if we come in?" Master asks her. She nods her head and steps to the side. After shutting the door, Master starts talking again. But Emily doesn't listen to a word he says.

Dr. Hayward quickly notices that Emily isn't listening and says, "Emily. As much as I'm enjoying you looking at me like that, please pay attention to what Master and I need to tell you. We can have sex later."

Hearing Dr. Hayward's voice snaps Emily out of her daze. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I have good news. Earlier today, I called Master and told him all about your nightmares. He thinks he knows why you're having those nightmares and knows how to stop you from having them. Tell me, Emily. How often do you have sex? Have you had sex once this week?"

"No, I haven't. The only times I usually have sex is when I visit Master. But I do masturbate a lot every day. Why do you ask?"

"Those nightmares you've been having aren't pregnancy nightmares," Master says as he pulls out his phone. "You've been having nightmares due to not having enough sex. You must have sex at least once a day, Emily. Masturbation doesn't count. I have a short video on my phone that will erase all your odd memories... I mean, nightmares from your mind. Watch the screen, Emily."

Emily is skeptical that the video will work. But she still watches the screen. After the video is over, she's amazed. "Oh my god! It worked! I can't remember anything about my nightmares. Thank you so much, Master."

"Don't thank me just yet, Emily. It's not healthy for you to live on your own. I was going to try to convince you to move in with me. But Dr. Hayward thought of a better solution. Go ahead, Dr. Hayward. You have my blessing," Master says before leaving Emily's house to return to his mansion, where his massive harem waits for him.

Dr. Hayward grabs Emily's hands and looks her directly into her eyes. "I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. Emily Collins. You are the sexiest slut I've ever met. Every night, I masturbate, thinking about you before I fall asleep. Will you make me the happiest slut in the world and accept me as your submissive sex wife?"

The response Dr. Hayward gets isn't what she expected. Instead of saying yes, Emily lets go of her hands and leaves the room. Taking this as a sign of meaning no, Dr. Hayward starts to cry. But then Emily returns holding a collar. The pregnant doctor's tears of sadness turn into tears of joy as Emily gets on one knee and sees the collar has a tag that says "Property of Emily Collins" on it.

"I planned on proposing to you after you delivered my daughter. Every time I masturbate, I always think of you. Seeing you in your lingerie makes me want to put on my strap-on, turn you around, and start fucking you from behind. I already know what your answer will be. But I still want to ask you this. Donna Hayward. Will you make me the happiest slut in the world and become my sex wife?"

"Yes," Donna says before grabbing the collar and quickly putting it around her neck. "I promise I'll never take it off, Mistress. Can you please fuck me now, Mistress?"

"Of course," Emily says as she gets up and heads to her room to grab her strap-on. The happy couple spent the rest of the day having sex. And when it came time to sleep, Emily didn't have a terrible nightmare that night. Before Donna became her sex wife, everything in Emily's life was fine. But now, everything is perfect.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I created both images, the first with PixAI and the second image I created with Koikatsu. Bogglepomp edited the first image for me a bit. I hope you like the chapter, Bogglepomp.