Lesbians in Love

You wake up to the smell of coffee and smile – then groan in frustration. No caffeine for you. Put your hand on your baby belly and smile. Totally worth it.

Clara comes to your shared bedroom, tray in her hand as she does every morning since your belly makes your movements clumsy and you have to get up multiple times each night to pee. You love performing your wifely duties and cook for your husband Clara, but you sure as hell can't deny you enjoy getting pampered since you are pregnant.

She puts the tray on the bed and kisses you lovingly, hungrily. She only wears the boxer shorts she sleeps in – your hand wanders towards her and strokes her lovely tits. You never get tired of them. Neither does she of yours - particularly since they grew about a size during your pregnancy.

She licks down your neck toward your nipples, shoves your transparent pink nighty to the side, kisses and licks your heavy, milk filled tits, sucks them and you moan as you feel a squirt of milk eject into her mouth. She licks her lips and smiles.

“I’m gonna miss this, your milk is delicious, Lexi.”

“Only the best for our kid, right? I hope you'll be a good Dad and leave them the lion's share.”

She pouts and then chuckles.

“Only if Mommy comes up with ideas to compensate for my hunger!”

She kisses you again until you take a slice of toast and shove it into her mouth ans wash it down with orange juice. You're hungry – for her, but also for food. You eat for two.

You touch your belly. After nine months you still find this almost impossible to believe. You were a man a year ago. Not particularly hot for the idea of a long term relationship, certainly not becoming father. And now - you’ll be a MOTHER.

You had your doubts when Clara brought the idea up. You were just planning your wedding. She was ALL into planning a family. Child included. It was never any doubt who would carry the baby – you slid into the female role of your partnership without ANY inhibitions or hesitations. The male voice inside your head vanished completely after you settled into this body for good and your nature of a feminine, caring wife came through blooming.

But of course you were worried – in a way you couldn't tell your husband, not matter how much you love her. Your female body was somehow a result of magic, and even though there was not the slightest doubt in your mind that being a woman is what you were Always meant to be and your male past was a mistake made by nature or God or whoever is to blame, you were worried if your female body was made for fulfilling ALL its natural functions.

Worries that were unnecessary.

You two picked a semen donor. One of the guests in Clara's - Candy’s Strip Club. Not the usual sleazy type – not a man like YOU used to be when you when there, but a distinguished older gentleman, smart, handsome, confident. Who just also happened to love strippers.

You picked the right time for you to be fertile and Candy invited him home to you, where the lucky man had the first threesome of his long life. And he wasn’t bothered at all how very much you two made sure that all his three orgasms ended in your fertile womb.

You enjoyed that night – despite living in a relationship with a woman, your new female self is determinately bisexual – getting fucked by the man's cock was a very nice and pleasurable experience. It was the last time you were ever fucked by a cock, though – a real one that is not one from Clara's – large collection of artificial ones she uses as your husband regularly. And as much as you enjoyed cocks as a woman, you're not missing anything. You love your female husband more than your life.

It was the last time because like in all other aspect your female body proved exemplary feminine in this one too. The curse made you ALL woman, 100%. You picked a fertile time, you had sex – you got pregnant. First try.

That was nine months ago, and despite your inner disbelieve of the whole situation, you have never been looking forward to anything in your life as much as to becoming a Mommy and housewife. You have found your purpose in life and it is as far remote from the pathetic, pointless life you lead as male as it could be. You have quit your job, Candy earns more than enough to be the provider of your little family. And she already acquired 50% of the club she dances in from the saved money you two have put aside in your old lives, with an option to buy it whole when her boss retires. Clara provided the by far bigger part of the money for that, she saved her stripper's wages and tips for a while, while you... as a man, you wasted most of your cash on hookers and strippers and never saved much. You still hate Alexander for being such a pathetic pig. Well. At least a lot of your money DID go to Clara. It feels highly unreal and begins to become a faded memory that you ever were her customer as a man.

When the time comes and she doesn't want to dance any more, she'll have her own well running business. Your future is bright. As is your present.

When breakfast ends, Clara dives down between your legs to lick and suck you clit, part your lips and probe two fingers inside of you. You feel shivers of pleasure run through you and the little one in your belly moves around – you know they love it when Mommy has fun with Daddy between her legs. You put Clara's hand on your belly so she can feel the little one inside you move in rhythm of your own joy she makes your feel.

You lean back on your pillow and give in to your beloved Clara's tongue, teasing, kissing, and as she continues sucking your clit just the way you love so much, finally the wave crashes over you and you cum…

And open your eyes wide as you feel – another sensation. Clara looks up at you from between your legs, her face glistening wetly.

“Honey? I love it when you squirt but that…”

You shake your head.

“Not a squirt?”

“I guess they were right about orgasms helping to induce labour……”

“Your water broke?

“My water broke…”

Your husband jumps up, grabs your bag take you gently to help you up and lead you of of the door.

“Clara?”

“Honey, we have no time to talk...”

“It's fine, we have all the time in the world. Don't you think you want to get dressed? One of us should get to the hospital without her tits hanging out. And it won’t be me!”

She looks down at herself, still in boxers and nothing else, grabs a dirty T-shirt from the floor, the jeans she wore yesterday and her sneakers. Her wallet. Car keys. You just stand there, watching. You're not feeling like bothering to get dressed, the pink sheer nighty will have to do. Let people see you, you've always been proud of your body since you're a woman. Even more so pregnant as you are now.

She take you, supports you on the way to the car and off you go.

Your new life is a about to start. As a loving mother and wife. To the woman you love.

As it should be.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.