Excitement

Once you'd taken stock of your, as Melody had said seconds earlier, sexy, fat, aching, extremely pregnant and very womanly body, you felt comfortable enough to look up Melody in your body. It was weird to call her, now him, Melody, but it made the most sense of anything. You both still tightly gripped each others hands, Melody the first to retract, feeling up your biceps, neck, abs, and inevitably, your dick.

"Woooo~" Melody whistled as he stood up and stretched out a bit. You expected a dick comment eventually.

The way Melody stood up to you was off. It wasn't just feminine, it was clearly burdened by...well, something that didn't exist. Melody seemed shocked at how easy and mobile you were; for you, however, it was the opposite experience.

Standing up was a goddamn nightmare, consisting of you struggling up, then huffing a bit, then having both Carrie and Melody pull you up. The strength from both of them belied your weakness. Carrie seemed in disbelief.

"Did you two both really swap?" Carrie seemed beyond shock. Beyond actually believing you.

Melody spoke up to reply first, your hand cradling your new found boulder of a belly, your other feeling and pinching every sliver of her body. Melody slapped your hand away from feeling up her cheeks, the slap much harder than she intended, stinging you.

"Hey, you don't need to be so grabby..." Melody said.

You didn't know why, but you felt a bit of an emotional rush as words spilled from your mouth. You definitely were feeling less...in control as it were. "You're grasping my dick, I feel like my pinching doesn't compare to that."

Carrie seemed to be brought to the realization that yes, you had gotten your fantasy and swapped with Melody. She was over the moon with joy, and broke up the slight spat between you and Melody. She turned to you.

"Okay baby, uhm...Weird to address you like this Melody." Carrie blinked. "Anyway. Uh, what'd you want to do now that you're all pregged up? Think on that for a second. Carrie turned to Melody, in your body, who was, currently trying to hide looking at your dick and flexing. "Melody, how'd you want to enjoy being a man, and I guess more importantly, not pregnant?"

You and Melody both speak at the same time, with Carrie, perhaps forgetting that you were you, giving deference to the pregnant woman. "Well uh, my feet hurt. Could we go sit upstairs?"

Both nodded.

Your walk up the steps really made you feel each part of why you had wanted to be preggo. Swollen feet. Kicks in your tummy. Aching breasts. A sore back. Leaning over. Winded in 5 steps. Weaker enough that you struggled with the latch on the basement. Barring all that, you made it up to the sofa and happily plopped down.

You suggested to Carrie you wanted to take it slower, with Melody agreeing, the both of you mutually assuring each other you wouldn't do anything too weird sexually to each other's bodies. Just as Carrie was about to suggest some more ideas, you felt the purse Melody had brought (your purse now, you guessed), abuzz.

DAVEY ❤️

Melody had by instinct pulled it out of the purse, answering it. Just as words were coming to his mouth, Carrie rushed to cover up your bodys mouth, answering instead.

"Hey Dave, what's up?" Carrie questioned. Dave didn't seem offput by his wife not answering the phone, both of them had done it before when you'd called.

"Is Mel there? I got off work early and can swing by." Dave replied.

You began to speak up, but Carrie's other hand rushed to cover your mouth as well, speaking on 'your' behalf. "She is. She's uh, a bit indisposed at the moment, but I think she'd love you coming by."

Dave's voice was filled with concern. "Is she alright?"

You didn't know why you didn't speak up, you really didn't. But some part of you just felt sad for Davey, and you wanted to, but both Carrie and Melody looked at you with dagger eyes. You shirked back and just let both of your hands rub your expansive tummy. God its tautness made you wet...

"Well, Dave, Uh, she's a bit sad in the bathroom right now if I'm being honest. She was complaining that you uh..." Carrie's wicked smirk looked at you. "Weren't properly taking care of her needs. Listen, I have to go check on her, I'll see you in a bit, alright?"

Dave's voice sounded a bit strained. "Thanks for letting me know. See you in a bit."

The phone went silent with a CLICK

Your eyes bulged by Carrie's implication, while Melody's voice giggled at what Carrie had said.

"W-we gotta swap back! Quick, before Dave gets back." You said, rushing to get up, only leading to you falling back on your cushioned ass onto the sofa.

"Well, Melody.." Carrie said with a smile. "I want to give you the experience you desire. Besides, not like it's cheating since it's with your husband..." she whispered the last part in your ear. "...and impregnator."

"Wah...wa-wait a secon-..."

Melody cut you off with a laugh and a wink to Carrie. "I mean, honestly, now that I'm out of the body, I'm fine with you enjoying some time with Dave. Maybe I'll learn a bit more about this body while you do..." Melody laughed. "Not being pregnant rocks. I say you can have as much time as you want in my body!"

What the hell! They both were conspiring against you! Whereas Melody had been so adamant it was only a minute or two switch, not she...he was basically saying you getting fucked was alright. You were at a loss for words.