Being Carmen

The weekend flew by. We spent all of it at home. A lot of it in bed making love, and John always finished inside me. I had always enjoyed it when he came inside me, but now it was even better. Every creampie ensures my future as Carmen. It was thrilling. Part excitement about being his woman and having his baby and part fear about actually having a baby. The only reference I had were the three days on the bump pill, and that had been good but also painful and exhausting. This time it would be nine months, and not three days, all be it with a lot more subtle change.

Saturday evening it dawned on me that I had to go to work tomorrow and that all Carmen owned were party dresses. I would have to get some new clothes. Fortunately, my shift started late enough for me to stop by a clothing store and get more appropriate work attire.

There was an awkward conversation with my boss, about my sudden change in gender but in the end, it didn’t really matter to him. To him, I was still the same person when it came to selling camera gear.

September became October and life went on. I bought more girl clothes with my latest paycheck and threw away all my guy stuff. My old bedroom became an office, and both mine and John's computers were in there. It made gaming a lot more fun when we could be in the same room together, and it made our bedroom much tidier. That was a thing I had noticed. Clutter and order were a lot more important to me now. When John was a campus and I was home alone, I organized stuff. Moved furniture and thought about decorations. It felt natural, but my mind knew it was different from how I used to be. I also cared a lot more about how I looked. Makeup was now a daily routine and a lot more thought went into picking outfits.

As mid-October drew closer my nerves were on high alert. All the signs were there. My boobs were sore and I had not had a period in the last month like was supposed to happen midway through an Xtra. And with the amount of sex, we had been having John would have to be sterile for me not to be knocked up. I had to wash panties every day to have something to wear since John’s cum was in me at least every other day.

October passed and once November came along, I took a test. Yup! Not surprisingly I was pregnant. I came out of the bathroom and showed John. He was so happy, and I was ecstatic. I probably cried for an hour, as all the uncertainty left me. It had been obvious that I was but seeing it confirmed just made it all so real. I was Carmen. Forever. John’s Carmen. And soon mother to his child, or children. I knew I wanted more than one, and John was not opposed.

As November went on we had less and less sex. I was tired all the time, and nauseous. I hardly ate anything, as most things came back up. Just managing to get through my shifts took all the strength I had. Calling it morning sickness was a gross misrepresentation. After two weeks of not getting any, John was feeling it. The fact that I was starting to show a little wasn’t helping. I could understand his frustration. Going from every day to zero a day for two weeks couldn’t have been easy. I knew he had a big sexual appetite. Saturday he was on campus. It was around lunchtime, and I wasn’t feeling terrible for once in a few weeks. I was feeling guilty for not having been able to give him what he needed the past two weeks, so I texted him a picture of myself in bed with the caption, “Waiting for you to come and fill me up”. 30 minutes later he was home. “Quickly!” I said. “Fuck me!” He didn’t need telling twice and was on me before his pants hit the floor. His cock was so hard. 14 days of waiting had made him ravenous. “Oh fuck yes!” he screamed as the wet folds of my pussy wrapped around his cock. It was like heaven. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this. The way he grabbed my hips as he fuck me, his strong arms. “Oh yes! take me, John! Fill me up. I need your cum inside me!” He was more than willing to oblige. It did not take long for him to explode inside me, and two weeks for cum flooded my pussy. I could feel it flowing out of me even before he pulled his cock back out. It was divine.