You just don’t Know

You lay on the bed panting, basking in the afterglow and the joy of what just happened. Trish lays there next to you cuddling in a little while recovering together with you. "Mmmmm" she sighs. "You are a great fuck, Jane. I really needed that." she says with a huge satisfied smile on her face.

The mind fog clears as if it had not been natural, it was in a way natural it was your new needy and horny nature taking over until satisfied, thing is it was never this bad or this quick when you were a guy, a troubling thought. Was this another part of that change the way to make it so you could not hide away? Quite likely you conclude and was that it or would this need build up until it took over again?

Returning to your senses mind now clear, you realise what just happened. "Holy shit, Trish! You just came inside me! Um....are you...can you...." you stutter. Trish laughs. "Are you trying to ask if I just knocked you up, sweetie?" She turns towards you, and strokes your belly. "I bet you would look hot as hell with a big, round tummy.". This sends you mind back towards the edge of a full blown panic, but the image of you with a big round tummy pops up into your head. You did look hot like she said, you pictured Trish there cuddled up with you lovingly stroking your big tummy, you liked it … liked it a lot. “Maybe I would look hot like that all cuddled up with you” you comment making Trish smile at you and look excited.

A moment later you snap back "I......I can't get pregnant! I can't!". "Why not, babe?" Trish chuckles “You just admitted you would look hot and I very much agree more super hot!” she excitedly exclaims wanting to keep this mood going.

You aren't sure you're up to telling Trish about your real circumstances at this point, you doubt she'd even believe you. You're visibly looking worried about Trish cumming inside of you though, so you have to offer up an answer. "I-I'm not ready for kids! I can't support a kid right now! I-I won't be able to get a job or anything!" you reply sounding shaken and even more worried.

Your mind completely blanking on how you're going to handle this. If she knocked you up … your life is basically over? You don't have an identity as a woman or anything...you won't be able to get an education, or a job! Your mind is now spinning out of control and there was no way you could stop it, your eyes start to tear up as you world collapses around you.

"Ssh!" Trish puts a finger to your lips, silencing you. She wipes a tear away from your cheek that you didn't even realize was there. "Don't worry about it, babe. I'll take care of you, I'll take care of it all. I've always wanted a stay-at-home wife.". Grinning, she moves forwards and circles one arm around your waist, staring down at you possessively. You can't help but blush a little. Was that a proposal? Ether way it was … hot.

"A-aren't you being a little premature...w-we don't even know if I'm pregnant, yet." You're feeling so flustered at how direct she's being. You have to admit there's a warm feeling of security thinking of the fact that she's willing to take responsibility and support you after knocking you up. You even catch yourself thinking that a life as Trish's housewife wouldn't be so bad... the sex would be amazing for one thing. Watching your face she smirks at you.

"Sweetie, if last time didn't do it, the next time will." You blush as she openly declares her intent to fuck you again later. "Actually..." she grins wickedly, "I really can't get the image of you with a round belly full of my growing kid out of my head.", She leans close to whisper into your ear seductively. "When I was fucking you, you screamed for me to breed you. That's exactly what I'm going to do.".