Of course not!

Trish grins as she lays her hand on your waist and then slides it lower and lower until it's cupping your bottom. That grin turns into a lewd smile as she wordlessly leads you back to the car. You start to feel hot inside, knowing that anyone nearby can see exactly how she's holding you. Like an alpha male Trish is declaring that you are hers. As horny as you are you're surprised to find your pussy tingling and moistening even more.

She loads the spoils of your shopping trip into the trunk and then holds the passenger door open for you. She even fastens your seat belt for you, but that's entirely so that she can take a moment to kiss you and fondle your breasts. For some reason she puts the chest strap behind you, but you're too lusty to bother with a little detail like that. As she walks to the driver's side you suck in a breath, so deeply in heat that you're trying to keep hold of her scent.

When she sits down you cling to her and work to see if you can knot your tongue with hers. Trish kisses you back just as eagerly, but you also hear rustling noises, then the unmistakable sound of a fly being pulled down. Yes, there it is - the hard shaft you'd do just about anything for. Trish doesn't need to ask. She just gives you that wolfish smile again and you dive for her dick. You barely register the feeling of her cock head bouncing off your tonsils and down your throat. Thank goodness your new body has almost no gag reflex, because right now you need this hefty slice of manhood inside you. The hole doesn't matter, your acceptance of Trish does.

Trish starts the car and begins driving. As soon as she gets on the road she takes one hand off the wheel and runs it down your side till it's rubbing the curve of your breast, then resting beneath it, then pressing against your belly. "I don't know how long I've dreamed of a girl like you," she says. "A lovely girl who I can take care of, a good girl, a naughty girl, a girl who can be anything from a beautiful princess to a needy slut, a girl who needs my body just as much as I need hers."

A part of you is a little concerned about 'needy slut', but the rest of you knows it's not important. Taking care of Trish is important. You try to **** a little more of her cock inside your mouth and strain your tongue so you can lick at her balls too.

Trish lets out something halfway between a laugh and a moan. "Mmmm, yeah, that's it! Finally getting used to being a girl? How's that pussy of yours, nice and wet?" You roll your tongue around her shaft and Trish shudders. "I'll take that as a yes. Now just hang on a minute, gotta get on the highway."

You have to pull back to get some air in any case, but you spend the time playing with the tip of her cock using the tip of your tongue. There certainly aren't any complaints from Trish. After some more moaning you feel the car gain speed and you swallow her whole manhood once again. "Yes, babe," she says, her hips lifting slightly off the seat. "Now you did hear the nice lady at the store? You can't take the earrings out for six months, right?"

You don't know what brought this on, but you roll your tongue around her cock again. Trish pants, squeezes the flesh of your flank and says, "Yeah, you'll be nice and round by then. I'll get you new earrings - pant - for your third trimester!"

God, that's where she was going. Your whole body shivers and you hum, making Trish yelp. "Damn! So good... fuck!" With that Trish cums and you eagerly gulp down her potent spunk. It tastes salty, but also sweet somehow - is cum supposed to be this tasty or is that another change your 'sponsor' made to encourage you to be a little slut? Whatever the answer you feel your faculties returning now that you've taken care of your girl.

"Heh - the dress will need some alterations by then," you say, trying to picture yourself in the gown and earrings at six months pregnant.

"No way," Trish tells you. "That dress stays as is, I can always get you more clothes." Then a wicked smirk crosses her face. "Yeah. But that's the dress you'll be wearing for our one year anniversary. Or maybe even sooner. Once you have our child you're going to slim right down so you can fit in in again - right? Like any proud new mommy" She rubs your side again and says, "You love this tight little tummy, don't you? You'll work to get it back cause you love being a sexy minx."

You don't know how much exercise will be involved but you can't say no. She's right, after the baby you will do whatever's necessary to get back your svelte body. Yes, you'll do it for Trish... and also for yourself, of course. You have to admit that you enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror and now you're even starting to enjoy the effect you have on other people.

"Promise?" she asks, rubbing her index finger around in little circles.

"Yes," you reply, your voice throaty with need.

"Yesss," Trish says, finally pulling into a parking spot, "and once you are thin and tight and sexy again I'll treat you to something special, just like this." With surprising flexibility she slides into the back seat and crooks her finger in that ever so sexy way. You scramble over the back of your own seat and soon enough you're in her lap. Trish's fingers run over your body and she asks, "Can you guess what that treat will be?" as she plucks the sperm soaked tampon from your sex.

You shake your head, busy concentrating on getting your lover hard again so that you can receive your reward.

"My naked cock... my seed deep inside you." Trish gently lifts your head so she can look in your eyes. "That will be my special treat for you. Ever heard of Irish twins?"

You shake your head and Trish turns you around so she can fit her slightly soft member inside you. She kisses the nape of your neck and whispers, "Babies born less than a year apart."

You let out a whimper. You shouldn't be so happy to hear that she wants to breed you again, should you? Won't one baby be difficult enough? But still, it is nice knowing how much she wants you. All thoughts are driven from your head once Trish begins rocking her hips. You ride her, enjoying the sensation of her shaft slowly growing harder and harder as your tight passage does all it can to revive Trish's erection.

By the time she cums your thighs are screaming and the windows are heavily fogged. Your nipples are tender too, but that's because Trish has been toying with them almost constantly. The back of your neck is probably red with lipstick and both of you are soaked in sweat, but this is the most fun you've ever had in a car. Once you hear the deep, satisfied moan and feel the heat of her seed filling your belly you relax and both of you collapse sideways onto the seat. It would probably be uncomfortable but you're too exhausted to care.

Trish lovingly kisses your shoulder and quietly asks, "How are you feeling, my princess?"