Wifey

You couldn’t stop smiling as you squeezed your husband’s hand tighter, the two of you walking through the sleek glass doors of the resort clinic together. Your heels clicked confidently on the polished floors, your sundress hugging every curve you’d fought so hard for—full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, wide hips that swayed with every step. The hormones had been incredibly kind, softening your face into delicate femininity, thickening your hair into long, silky waves that cascaded down your back. You felt beautiful. Desired. His.

The staff at the front desk did a subtle double-take when they saw you. You were used to the looks by now—a stunning woman on the arm of a tall, handsome, straight-identified man always raised eyebrows. But today felt electric. This was the “optimization” program you’d both signed up for: trial injections, advanced treatments, a luxurious in-resort stay designed to supercharge your passion and bodies.

You were led to a private suite after check-in. The air carried faint lavender and something deeper, muskier. Nurses in crisp uniforms greeted you warmly, but their composure cracked the moment you slipped out of your sundress for the baseline exam.

Your thick, heavy cock sprang free—long, girthy even when soft, resting against your smooth, shaved thighs. It was the one part of you that hadn’t feminized. A full eight inches of potent shecock that still throbbed for your husband. The room fell silent. Jaws dropped. A couple of the male orderlies stared openly, eyes wide.

Your husband—your perfect, straight-as-an-arrow man—cleared his throat, cheeks flushing with pride as he pulled you close. His arm wrapped possessively around your waist. “She’s my wife,” he said firmly, kissing your temple. “Beautiful, right? I’m straight. Always have been. But she’s the only woman I’ve ever needed. The only one who’s ever been perfect for me.”

You melted against him, heart fluttering wildly. Even here, under shocked stares, he claimed you so publicly and proudly. It made your cock twitch visibly, starting to thicken and lift under their gaze.

The head doctor smiled knowingly. “We see every kind of couple here. Your dynamic is perfect for this program. Let’s get you started.”

Day 1 – The Trial Injections

The injections happened right there in your luxurious private suite. Two nurses—one gentle woman, one strong, handsome man—had you bend over the padded treatment table while your husband held your hand supportively. The first shot slid into your hip with a cool rush that spread through your veins. The second was far more intimate. They positioned a thin, flexible applicator against your perineum, just behind your heavy balls, and delivered the prostate-targeting serum directly into you.

“These are our trial formulas,” the nurse explained softly. “Heightened sensitivity, dramatically increased libido, enhanced pleasure pathways throughout your prostate and erogenous zones. You’ll feel the effects within hours—possibly very strongly.”

You already did.

By the time the nurses left and the door clicked shut, a wicked, liquid heat was blooming deep in your belly. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of the silk robe against your plump nipples sending sparks straight to your groin. But the real fire ignited lower. Your prostate pulsed like a second heartbeat, swollen and needy. Your “bussy”—that perfect, eager hole you loved offering him—throbbed with an emptiness so intense it made your thighs tremble. Your cock was already half-hard, leaking a steady bead of precum down your smooth shaft.

“Baby…” you whimpered, turning to your husband. Your voice came out husky, desperate. “I need you. So fucking bad. The shots… they’re making me so horny.”

He was already breathing hard, his own impressive cock straining painfully against his pants as he drank in the sight of you—flushed cheeks, heaving breasts, thick girlcock curving upward. He didn’t need more encouragement.

You barely reached the king-sized bed before clothes were torn away. You pushed him onto his back and climbed over him, kissing him with raw hunger, grinding your thickening shecock against his hard abs while your plump, round ass hovered over his throbbing erection. Your heavy tits pressed into his chest, nipples aching.

“Fuck me,” you begged, voice breaking. “Pound your beautiful trans wife. Turn me into your perfect little sissy slut tonight.”

“You’re not a sissy,” he growled, gripping your hips possessively. “You’re my perfect woman. My only woman.” But his eyes were dark with lust as he watched you reach back, guide his thick cock to your already slick entrance, and sink down in one greedy motion.

The moan that tore from your throat was shameless and loud. Pleasure exploded through your body as his cock dragged heavily over your swollen prostate. The injections had made you impossibly slick and open, your bussy fluttering and clenching around every inch until his balls pressed flush against your ass.

“Oh my god—yes!” you cried, head falling back, long hair spilling down your back. Your cock slapped wetly against his stomach with every bounce, smearing shiny precum across his skin.

He thrust up hard, hands slapping your ass cheeks, and you rode him like you were possessed. The new serum turned every sensation into pure ecstasy. Your prostate lit up like fireworks with every thrust. You came the first time without touching your cock at all—body shaking violently as thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from your shecock, splattering across his abs and chest in heavy spurts. Your bussy spasmed rhythmically around him, milking his shaft through the powerful sissygasm.

But the heat didn’t fade. If anything, it intensified.

He flipped you onto your back, folding your legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. The new angle hammered your prostate mercilessly. You screamed in pleasure, nails raking down his back as a second orgasm crashed through you, even stronger. Cum shot up to paint your own full tits and collarbone. Your cock stayed rock-hard, twitching and leaking nonstop between your bodies.

“More—please—don’t stop pounding me!” you sobbed, voice hoarse. “Your perfect woman needs it so bad—fuck your sissy wife harder!”

He railed you through orgasm after orgasm. Three. Four. Five. Each one left you a shaking, drooling mess, eyes rolling back, body convulsing as your balls emptied again and again in quantities you’d never produced before. Thick loads coated your smooth belly, your bouncing breasts, even your chin. The sheets beneath you were soaked with sweat and cum. The air reeked of raw, desperate sex.

By the sixth shattering sissygasm you were cock-drunk and babbling. “I’m your perfect woman—your straight man’s beautiful trans slut—oh fuck, I’m cumming again—! My bussy is insatiable!”

He finally roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding your greedy depths with pulse after pulse of hot cum. The feeling of being bred so full triggered one last weak, shuddering dry orgasm that made your whole body seize and tremble.

You collapsed together, panting, bodies sticky and spent. You nuzzled into his neck, your thick cock still half-hard and trapped between you, your well-fucked hole clenching greedily around his softening length.

“Day one,” you whispered dreamily, already feeling fresh heat building low in your core. “And I’ve never felt so alive. So wickedly horny. My prostate… my bussy is completely insatiable now, baby. You’re going to have to keep pounding your beautiful wife all night long…”

He kissed you deeply, hand possessively cupping one of your cum-smeared breasts, thumb circling your sensitive nipple. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

The night blurred into a haze of filthy, passionate, relentless fucking.

He took you again on the edge of the bed, bending you over so your heavy tits hung and swayed while he slammed into you from behind. Your cock dangled and bounced beneath you, spurting weakly with every brutal thrust against your prostate. You came twice more like that, moaning into the mattress, ass rippling with each impact.

Later, he carried you to the balcony. The cool night air kissed your flushed, naked skin as he pressed you against the railing and railed you from behind. Your moans carried faintly into the resort grounds while your shecock slapped rhythmically against the glass barrier, leaving sticky trails. Another two shattering sissygasms left your legs shaking so badly he had to hold you up.

In the luxurious shower, steam swirling around you both, he pressed you to your knees. You sucked him eagerly, lips stretched wide around his thick cock, until he pulled you up, turned you around, and fucked you against the tiled wall. Water cascaded over your bouncing tits and throbbing girlcock as he pounded you to two more prostate orgasms, your cum mixing with the spray at your feet.

You rode him reverse cowgirl in front of the full-length mirror afterward, forcing yourself to watch every filthy detail: your beautiful feminine body—curves, breasts, long hair—contrasted with your big, hard shecock bouncing and spurting while your husband’s thick shaft disappeared repeatedly into your greedy, cum-leaking bussy. The visual alone triggered another intense orgasm, your cock erupting hands-free across the mirror.

Hours passed. You lost count of how many times you came—ten, twelve, more. Each sissygasm was longer and more intense than the last, your body rewritten by the trial injections into a perfect, insatiable pleasure vessel. Your balls ached from emptying so thoroughly, yet your cock refused to soften. Your prostate throbbed constantly, demanding more.

By the early hours of morning you were a wrecked, blissed-out mess—covered in layers of your own cum and his, voice hoarse from screaming his name, ass glowing red from his hands and hips. Yet you still whimpered for more, grinding back against him weakly.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against your ear as he spooned you, cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled hole. “My beautiful wife. My only woman. And tonight you’ve been the sluttiest, neediest little sissy I’ve ever fucked.”

You smiled sleepily, clenching around him. The injections had only just begun, and already you knew this week would change everything. Your bussy pulsed with fresh hunger even as exhaustion pulled you under.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.