You're pregnant (Isaac's bride ending)

As the warmth from Isaac’s cum spreads throughout your womb, you feel like a switch has been flipped. Any **** you had before has now shifted into pure love for Isaac. ‘I guess I’m pregnant’ you muse, a small smile on your lips. You still feel like yourself, if a feminine version of yourself. Your female fantasies have shifted, from gangbangs and submitting to as much cock as possible, the only cock in your mind is now Isaac’s.

John might be gone, you can’t even think of yourself as anyone but Doe but the rest of your personality doesn’t feel that different. You don’t feel like Isaac owns you, or that you’d need to obey his every order. Hell, with the curse done with you feel more free then you’ve done in years! The love you have for him feels more like a logical extension of your friendship than anything else.

If the curse did turn your personality into Isaac’s perfect woman, you guess his idea of that was pretty close to who you already were. You don’t suddenly feel like a bimbo, or the need to wait on him hand and foot. You’re… you. Just as Doe instead of John. You stroke Isaac’s hair as he lays on top of you, panting, his cock slowly softening inside of you, his balls no longer twitching now that they’ve delivered their load. He looks at you.

“How… how do you feel?” He sounds a bit uncertain. You giggle. “I feel…. like I love you” His smile could light up the sun. “So… I guess that means…” he says slowly, getting up and placing a hand on your stomach. “Yeah… I guess it does” you smile. “Wanna make sure?” He laughs, pulling out of you and getting up. He lifts you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. You didn’t leave it for quite some time, just to be safe.

You’re not the first heavily pregnant woman at the altar and you won’t be the last. The ceremony was quick and to the point, your dad still cried like a baby. Your dad was pretty good about the whole thing. “I always liked you Isaac” he said “Treat her well, or I’ll break your legs”. Considering he towered over Isaac, that’s a threat he took seriously. You see him a lot now, he’s always up for helping with the baby while you go to class. Any slacker tendencies you might have had are gone now, concentrating seems a lot easier now you’re not constantly worrying about your curse.

Isaac does treat you well. When you finished with (much) higher grades then his, all he did was be happy for and proud (“That’s my wife, top of the class!”). Isaac immediately got a job working for his father, you took a year off first to take care of your baby boy. You start day trading and using your background in finance and economics generate a steady second income to add to Isaac’s. You’re not obscenely rich, but very comfortable nonetheless.

Your relationship with Isaac is basically indistinguishable from any other moderately happy couple. You fight sometimes, but you always make up. To you, the fact that you can fight with him and disagree with him proves you’re still the same person you always were. You’re not Isaac’s stepford wife, you’re his full partner. Your libido is still there in full ****, just directed solely at Isaac. He grumbles sometimes “What am I, Superman?” but only half heartedly and with a grin. You’re sure that out of all his friends, nobody gets as many blowjobs as him. Combined with a very active imagination, you doubt the fire will go out any time soon.

Also, it seems Isaac and you both want a big family. You asked him the other day if he wanted another child and before you could blink he had his pants off and had slung you over his shoulder. He was in such a rush to pound you silly that you never even got to mention that the reason you asked was because you’d already gotten a positive pregnancy test. Oh well. Neither you nor your very satisfied pussy were complaining.

‘Yes’, you muse, as Isaac pounds you from behind before grunting and dumping another load inside of you, loudly shouting about how he’ll knock you up, ‘Life is good’.