Make sure everything is ready

The days until your wedding you continue to spend planing for your weeding, going to the hospital for tests and making sure your apartment will be fully livable when you and Alex move in.

When the day finally arrive for you to get your wedding dress your mom, sister and soon-to-be-mother-in-law drags you to a specialist stores and you spend hours trying on dresses while being the most uninterested person in the room.

You find yourself looking at yourself in a full body mirror. Wearing a dress that in your eyes looks fine. The store clerk who introduced herself as Angela and your family members are all commenting around you. They finally seem happy with this dress. You can't wait to get home.

"What do you think Amy?" Your mother asks you.

"Yeah it's good, i like this one" You respond. Trying as hard as you can to sound satisfied so you could get home. Why you should spend so much money on a piece of clothing that you are only going to where once is beyond you.

"Alright so we'll take this one then" Your mom sighs happily.

"Very good" Angela exclaims. As she approaches you to help you out of the dress she comments "I'm sure the lucky guy will love how his bride looks in this dress"

Why would he care? Alex would probably not care what you wore on one day of your life. Would he? Suddenly the dress seems all wrong. Like it's hiding you. That's not the woman Alex want's to see and not the woman you want to be to him. "No" you say. "No this is wrong." You declare as you turn to your companions.

"Whats wrong dear?" Patricia asks.

It's just not your dress. Good isn't good enough for your poor Alex. The amount he has suffered for you. He deserves a bride with a dress that he would love. "You three get out, i will call you in an hour or two when i have picked out my dress."

Your mom and Patricia starts arguing but Gwen manages to get them out. Giving you a wink as the exit the door. You turn towards Angela "we need to start over"

One hour and forty minutes later they re-enter just seconds after you text Gwen that you are done. Your new dress is a lot more reveling, drawing attention to your breasts and hips. Your mother and Patricia seems hesitant about it but you stand firm. This is your dress.

In the car on your way home your thoughts are on the wedding. Before it was something to be overcome, to be done with. But Angela unbeknownst to her put things in a new perspective to you.

"Aren't the bride and groom supposed to dance on their wedding" You asks out of the blue.

"Well yes it's generally tradition that they do" Your mother responds.

"Then me and Alex should start practicing! Neither of us where good at dancing before so we should really start as soon as possible." You declare almost triumphantly.

None of the women in the car objekt and Patricia promises to bring Alex over that very same evening.

The living room i cleared. Your family and your soon-to-be-inlaws are gattered. Alex attempt to look stoic, but his nervousness make him look constipated instead. You however are happy. Your heart flutters as he takes your hand and places his other on your hip. This is as close as you have been in several weeks and your body reacts to every touch and every brush against him.

The crowd starts instructing the both of you in some basic steps. Alex however can't seem to focus and steps on your feet regularly. About one hour in and maybe the fifteenth time Alex steps on you he gives out a frustrated sigh. "Can't even do this right" His father mumbles. Alex in turns looks like he is on the verge of tears due to his frustration.

"Alright leave us alone, we need to practice on our own. Go on now." You command, shooing them all out of the room until only you and Alex remains.

"Why are you making us do this?" Alex whispers.

"Because they are going to make us dance on our wedding." This is a partial truth, you could well have skipped the dance if you had really wanted to. You turn on the music again and take Alex's hand. "I also haven't met you face to face in weeks, i miss you." This is by far the most honest reason.

You lean in and kiss him. A small chaste peck on the lips. "Come on, we'll get this right. Just focus on the two of us here in this moment. Forget your bastard of a father for a bit." You start dancing and the improvement is instantaneous. Just as you figured Alex's awful dancing was largely due to the fact that he was being judged by your parents, especially his father. He stops accidentally stepping on you immediately and starts somewhat awkwardly leading you. You lose yourself in the rytm of the dance. Time doesn't matter as you move with him. As the dance proceeds you both sync more and more naturally with one another until you feel as if you are moving like one being. Your heart is beating fast. When finally the musik stops you both lean in and kiss once more. This time more deeply. You feel yourself grow weak in his embrace as your tongues entwine. "I told you we could get this right." You tell him.

You are interuppted by your mom clearing her trouth. "Well you two seem to be enjoying this." She remarks. You and Alex just smile awkwardly. "I think this is enough for today, it's getting late." As You and Alex let go of each other.

"same time tomorrow then?" You ask as Alex and his parents are walking out the door. It looks like your soon-to-be-father-inlaw wants to object but he fails to come up with any real reson for you not to meet again. Sighing in defeat he responds "Well bring Alex again tomorrow." Both you and Alex smile, you are going to make damned sure that you keep practicing every evening until the wedding.

You spend an entire day at the hospital, running around different specialists that examines you. Awkwardly you get turned on both when you have your breasts examined and when the gynecologist examines your pussy. A part of you wanted to be taken advantaged on by the doctors. You try to shake these feelings but are unable to the whole day. They take your blood, urine, feces, and even the dreaded cerebrospinal fluid test. The last one is by far the worst thing you have to go trough.

At last late in the afternoon you are sitting down with a man that tells you that he is a researching physician that has been given the task to compile the data that is produced by your tests. "Well miss Doe all the results are back and it they all point to you being a perfectly healthy young woman. There is just one thing."
His expression is serious, his tone incline that he wants lessen the impact of some generally bad news. "Miss it appears that you are with child." He continues to look at you seriusly. Like he just dropped a bombshell that will turn your whole life around.

"That's it?" You ask. "I already knew that. Is something wrong with the baby?"

"No, we simply noticed that your hormonal levels coincided with that of a woman in her early trimester. From that everything seems fine." The doctror reasures you "Miss do you know how far along you are?" He asks.

You think back. The last couple of weeks seem almost a blur. But that weekend becomes quite clear. You remember Alex bending you over by the pool. How good he felt when he Pushed inside you for the first time. How your fear mixed with lust as he pounded your new fertile virgin pussy with his thick babymaker. How good it felt as you both came, your pussy milking his cock as it erupted with a torrent of his virile babybatter into your fertile womb. Was that the time when you got pregnant? According to the voice on the phone might have been, you only needed one virile load inside you to become pregnant and a woman forever after all.

Or was it after that when you started crying telling Alex what he had just done to you. He lead you up to your bedroom, had you strip naked in front of the mirror. He told you how beautiful you where, that you know where the perfect girl and how he wanted to be your man and eventually your husband. He certainly didn't use **** then when you willingly mounted him. Letting his tick member part the petals of your feminine flower as you impaled yourself on him. Had his sperm already reached your egg as you rode him? Were you pregnant when he passionately grabbed your breast and started fondling them. Or was it the spunk Alex shoot inside inside you as you both came then that impregnated you? Well that cumshot at least made you change your outlook on womanhood.

But it might have been after you stormed out after the confrontation with your mother. After you and your man had spent the afternoon lazily watching TV. After Alex made you cum by only stimulating your breasts. fondling them and sucking an kissing your nipples. God you should have him do that to you again. And eat your pussy just like he did then as well, making you write with pleasure. The orgasm as a female are certainly better then as a man, especially since you can have several after on another. That doesn't seem to be a problem for Alex tough. Even after you sucked his delicious dick and swallowed his yummy cream he only needed a few minutes before he could ram his daddy pole into your mommy hole again. Where you pregnant when Alex used your parental titles to describe you. Was there a baby onboard as you cried out to your babydaddy to knock you up, how you wanted to have daddy fuck mommy pregnant, make you swell big with baby and be fucked several times a day? Or was it that creampie that made you feel so conquered, so feminine, that finally put a bun in your oven. When his balls slapped against your pussy one final time as he pinned you down and breed you?

Or was it after you woke up and realized you only had a few hours until the moment of truth? When you realized that this being a woman and having Alex's child was not just something you where okay with but actively wanted, when the tough of turning back into a man scared you. So you snuck into Alex's room to make him cum inside you. And he did, several times. The first you drove him on, riding him as you urged him to make you his babymommy so that you could stay his woman and get even bigger tits and a large sexy babybump, promising him that he could fuck you as much as he wanted if he only put a baby in you. That was the first load of babymaking cream he pumped into your fertile cunt that morning as he slammed your hips down, impaling you fully his fiery cock. Was that the load coaxed out by need that finally Sealed your fate.
But it might have been the second load. The one where Alex put you on your back and fucked you missionary. Keeping you quiet by pining you down and asserting his power over you. Then he got to fuck you so that you could stay his perfect girl. He fucked you with determination and creamed you good. That might have been it since that was the last time he came inside you before the alleged time was up. Then again how trustworthy was the voice on the phone really? fortunately Alex was back in the game for a third load before he even pulled oath
O yes the third load. The one that he gave you after he told you he loves you, and after you told him you love him? After his sincere yet goofy proposal, where he kept his wonderful cock in your pussy as he officially asked to marry you. Oh how you love how intimate it was for him asking you at that moment, bodies bare and covered in sweet, his cumload warming you inside as he is ready to pump even more of his lovecream into your fertile womb, the utter sincerity of his proclamation of love. Of course you said yes. The ring he gave you still hangs around your neck, you never take it of. After he put a ring on you he pounded you with passionate love once again, focusing all his might to urge as much of his sperm unto any of your wanting ovum.
But it's also a small chance that it was the fourth load he gave you that morning. After you spent some time cuddling with Alex while your legs and hips where lifted in order for his seed to pour into you and fill your babychamber. How bloated with his copious amount of cum you felt then. How absolutely wonderful. And then you managed to get him to fuck you again. On all fours like a slutty bitch that refuses to be reasonable before getting a good dicking. He was **** to use you like a fleshtoy, a cunt made for him to reach climax as quickly as possible. And you loved it. Maybe that's when your baby was conceived, when daddy fucked mommy like the slutty cunt she is.

You feel all hot and bothered when you remember all the loving trysts you and Alex went trough in order to become parents. You are however harshly put back into the real world by the doctor addressing you "Are you alright miss Doe?"

"Yes, erm... i am five weeks along, i am sure of that. Sorry it's been a long day." You respond flustered.

"Right, well that was everything for today, i will make sure that you will be contacted by a midwife to plan your antenatal program." He responds.

You can't shake the memories of Alex breeding you and when you get home you spend several hours masturbating using mini Alex, watching pictures and clips Alex has sent you and fantasizing about him unloading inside you again. You can't wait for your wedding night.