Lewd thoughts, first steps, and a surprise.

Still groggy from the anesthesia, I feel Carries hand against my cheek. Slowly I start to sit up in bed; my entire body feels strange. Not quite painful, just a feeling of not knowing my own body anymore. So many things have changed in my body in the short time since Carrie and I started exploring my perverted fantasy. As my changes continued, Carrie seemed to get more into my fantasy. The fact that my sister Emily also seemed to have asserted herself in the process of turning me into her oversexed, hyper-curvy sister was quite surprising. Looking at Carrie, she was only wearing a sexy black lace bra and matching panties. I felt my cock start to harden, my tight panties struggling to contain it. When she caught me looking at her breasts, I started to blush.

Smiling, she let out a little laugh, then cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. “It would seem now that I now have the smallest breasts in the house. I will not lie; I am starting to get a little jealous. Who would have thought seeing my fiancé and his pregnant sister's giant breasts would make me jealous.” Laughing, she stood up, reaching out to help me out of bed. Doing my best on unsteady legs, I get up while using her to keep upright. Steadying myself against Carrie, I felt the effects of the **** still on my body. Carrie brought me to a full-length mirror to see my changed body.

My eyes widen as I see my now wider hips and much thicker thighs. The space between my legs is now filled in substantially by added flesh. My body looked so strange; it was a blend of both masculinity and femininity. My face had not been changed yet, so it looked out of place on the rest of my body. Examining the rest of my body, I noted that my shoulders were too wide for what I pictured as my fantasy body. Feeling the weight of my breasts, I brought my hands up to cup them; from such rapid growth, they had not had time to start to sag yet. I knew, though, that as they grew larger, they would eventually sag under the immense weight.

I could not believe that Carrie was getting turned on by my changes and living out my fantasy. Never in my life had I ever expressed this desire to anyone. It had always been a secret that I thought I would take to my grave. A desire that I knew would never happen and would be something I would jerk off to occasionally. The fact that Carrie was encouraging me and pushing me to express just how deep my desire excited me to no end. The addition of Emily to my transformation was a worrying yet exciting aspect as well. Seeing how she acted around me now and how she had put her spin on my fantasy was hard to get used to. It seemed like she was just as turned on by transforming me from her brother to her super curvy sister. I was not totally sure who was turned on more by my changes, Emily or Carrie.

Once Carrie was sure I was not going to fall over or pass out, she let me go so I could examine myself more thoroughly. She stepped back, leaning against the wall as my hands roamed over my changing body. It looked so strange; from the neck down, I looked like a curvy shemale. Running my hands over my large breasts, they felt heavy, and the pressure had continued to build inside them. A few blue veins had also started to appear on my growing breasts. It seemed the larger they got, the more prominent they were getting. In a few articles I had read about women whose breasts grow during pregnancy and lactation, this would happen. I felt my cock start to harden as I felt up my breasts and imagined them growing substantially larger. I would not be happy till I had massive breasts much larger than my mother's.

Moving my hands farther down my body, I note that my waist is still too wide for a woman's. I would need to talk with Carrie and Emily about ways to help shrink my waist before I had it operated on like the rest of my body. I knew women used corsets to help train their waists and wondered how that would make me look. I didn’t want a tiny waist as it would not fit the middle-aged housewife form. Ultimately, I wanted a more feminine waist to help accent my brood mother's hips. Finally, resting my hands on my hips and feeling how they felt wider kept my cock hard. I was so turned on right now at my own body, seeing how it had changed so much in such a short time. I posed a few different ways I had seen Carrie do when she was checking out an outfit she was wearing. My entire lower half felt so alien to me; wider hips changed how I walked somewhat. I would have to ask Carrie or Emily to help me learn how to sway them properly to help me walk like a woman.

Carrie giggled a little as she watched me pose and examine my body. She noticed my hard cock and grinned at me when I turned around. I felt myself blush when I noticed her hungry look; the feelings that were going through my mind right now were so strange. All the female hormones that the doctor had injected me with had started to rewire my thought patterns. Carries hungry look reminded me of how I used to look at her when I still was the man in our relationship. I found myself liking how she was looking at me, almost like I was just a piece of meat for her to use. Was this how women felt when men looked at them the same way? I wondered.

“So, lover, how do you like the new changes? I can tell you right now that pounding you from behind with more to grip will be a lot of fun. I’m so glad you shared this fantasy with me; watching your body change has kept me wet since we started this journey. This has also allowed me to get to know your sister better. I had no clue she was such a freak.” Carrie laughed hard and took a minute to regain her composure. “You know, I think your changing body turns her on more than it does you. She has talked with me about several ideas she wants to add to your changes. I’m not sure they are part of Your fantasy, though. I wouldn’t be surprised if she soon asked to join us in bed. I’ve seen the hunger in her eyes when she talks to me about you. I’m not sure that’s something you would be okay with, though. I know it's super Taboo and ****, but the thought of bedding you and your sister has me all hot and bothered.”

This revelation startled me, did my sister really want to join in our sexcapades? I had to admit her huge pregnant belly and breasts turned me on. My cock twitched at the thought of laying next to Emily in bed while Carrie stroked a large strap-on, deciding on which of us to fuck first. Or having Emily whisper in my ear that I was a horny little slut as Carrie pounded my ass. I felt her finger rub against the Size-Queen choker around my neck as she taunted me. I hear Carrie clear her throat, bringing me out of my perverted thoughts.

“Maybe I was wrong about you not being into having Emily join us.” Carrie laughs and walks up to me. As she traces a finger up my spine, causing goosebumps to form all over my body. “I love how sensitive your skin is getting, lover. So, tell me, is it her giant tits or belly that turns you on the most about her?” Carrie grins and continues to explore the changes to my body. Her finger wandered across my body, causing me to shiver in anticipation. My cock ached for release; it was so hard that it started to hurt. I was glad that all the changes in hormones had not affected my ability to get hard yet. I knew that with more and more female hormones and changes to my body, that would probably change eventually.

Feeling Carries warm breath on my neck and ear as she kisses me softly. “Tell me, lover, does the thought of seeing your sister naked in our bed turn you on? Are you hard imagining me making out with Emily or watching us eat each other out? Do you want to watch as I fuck her with the same strap-on I fuck you with? Or would you rather her wear the strap-on and fuck you?” Carrie reaches down and grabs my cock as she mentions Emily fucking me. This added to her constant teasing, caused me to moan out as I started to orgasm. Cum erupted from my cock, and Carrie aimed it at the undersides of my breasts. I felt rope after rope of cum hitting the undersides of my breasts and stomach. I was panting and breathing heavily as Carrie giggled at how easily I had reached my orgasm.

“My, my, you sure do have a hair trigger tonight. It must be all the changes in your hormones; I can’t see you getting off to the thought of Emily in our bed naked. Huge belly and breasts exposed for you to see; can you imagine me with a belly like that? Would you like to see me in a wedding gown that exposes my big pregnant belly? Picture it, lover, you with your giant milk-filled tits spilling out of your lewd wedding gown. Me dressed in an equally lewd wedding dress, my big belly exposed for all to see. Hell, maybe I make it so all the bridesmaids are equally as pregnant and exposed.” Carrie lets out a laugh as she continues to jerk my softening cock.

Carrie scooped up a good amount of the cum and started to lick it off her hand. She grinned, pulled me close, and started to kiss me. I could taste my cum on her lips but was not ready for when she pushed her tongue and the majority of my cum into my mouth. It was salty and had a strange texture to it; Carrie continued to kiss me, not letting me pull back or push the cum back into her mouth. **** to swallow my cum I do my best not to gag as it slides down my throat. Satisfied, Carrie pulls back and giggles, knowing she just fed me my cum. “A good wifey always swallows.” Carrie says playfully.

I blushed, knowing she was right; it just startled me how quickly she did it. Blinking a few times, I try to compose myself before speaking. “I.. I was not expecting that at all.” My face was red with embarrassment as I realized just how deep my fantasy was going. Even though I had never thought about swallowing cum before, she was right; a good wife did swallow. Turning me back to the mirror, Carrie looked at my reflection and frowned.

“You know, lover, while your body looks more feminine by the day. There are a few things that we really need to change soon. You are still too tall for a proper wifey, your shoulders are too broad, and your face is still masculine. While I will admit, your features have softened a little, and I have not seen you shave in almost two weeks.” Laughing as she touches my face, feeling the softer skin and lack of stubble. I had not even realized that I had not needed to shave, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment. As my body was being flooded with female hormones, my testosterone levels were falling off. While all of this turned me on, in some ways, I still felt embarrassed at willingly abandoning my masculinity.

Turning to face Carrie, I think about everything she said about my body. My face did look so out of place on my ever-changing body. I had noticed my shoulders being to wide; with her mentioning it though, it made me more self conscious of them. I wanted to eraise every trace of manhood from my body, my cock being the only thing left of my male form. As for my height, I had not even thought about that. While not tall, my 5’10” body was, in my mind, taller than a woman should be. Thinking about it, I should be smaller than Carrie if I was to be a proper housewife. “Wouldn’t all those changes require major surgery like my hips? What would you want me to look like? How short would you want me to be?” I look at the floor before giving you thoughts on my height. “I… I think I should be shorter than you to be a proper housewife.”

Carrie looked at me for a few minutes before answering. “Well, you wanted to be a middle-aged housewife for your fantasy. So, we should aim for that as a guide for your face. Your shoulders should be narrow, giving more prominence to your massive breasts. I want to be able to see them overflowing and spilling out even from behind you. As for your height…” Carrie pauses, deep in thought, as she ponders my question. “I agree you should be smaller than my height of 5’6”; as for how much smaller, we shall play that by ear, lover.” She grins and then walks into the closet; she comes back holding a pair of two-inch heels. “Oh! We also need to do something about your feet; they are far too large for a woman.” She laughs while handing me the heels.

Looking at her with a puzzled look, I take the heels. “Why are you giving me your heels?” I asked her, not sure what I was to do with them. This causes her to laugh harder, shaking her head. “They are not my heals lover; they are yours. It took some doing, but I was able to find them in your size. Now put them on and walk for me. I will help you learn how to walk like a woman today. Before you ask no, you will not wear anything but heels. It will help you learn how to move your body if you can see it.” Carrie looks at me, grinning. “That and I love seeing your body naked.”

Doing as I was told, I put the heels on and felt them squeeze my feet tightly. Once on, I stand back up and wobble unsteadily on the heels. It felt so strange not having my feet flat on the ground; I had no clue how I would walk with them on. I knew it was possible; I had seen Carrie walking effortlessly in six-inch heels before. “How do girls walk in heels?” I am unsure of this exercise. I had not even noticed that Carrie had put on a pair of her four-inch heels. I watch as she walks with grace in them, hearing the click of the heel on the floor. As she walks, I notice her hips swaying back and forth with each step. The heels also make her ass look so much better as she walks.

“Now, lover, I want you to watch as I walk around the room. Note how my hips move with each step and see how my posture changes while I wear heels. The heels work my calves, and my back arches cause my breasts to push out. Finally, it also makes my ass stick out, making my physique looks slimmer. For shorter girls like you soon will be, it will make you feel taller. If you didn’t have your heels on, I would be as tall as you are right now.” She says with a wink and continues walking so I can watch her. Watching her for a few minutes as she walks around the room, I do my best to pay attention to every aspect of her body. I had never really paid attention to anything other than her ass and tits before when she walked in heels. Wishing I could walk as gracefully as she did, I took my first steps in the heels. It felt so strange; everything about this was so alien to me. After only three steps, I crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

Carrie ran over to me, her heels clicking on the floor with each step. “Are you okay, lover?” She looks me over and helps me to my feet. “Take it slower; we will work on your balance; hold your arms out if you have to, lover. Let's get you just able to walk in the heels before we work on everything else.” She giggles as she holds my hand, helping steady myself as I take a few more steps. After one lap around the bedroom, she lets go of my hand and lets me walk a second lap. Steadying myself a few times to keep from falling, I make it around the room without incident. Carrie claps her hands in praise and makes a go around again, sighing with her hand. Doing as I was told, I circle the room once again, this time with less effort. “I’m so proud of you, lover; you are doing better than I thought you would.” With an evil grin on her face, she looks me up and down. “Are you sure you have never snuck into the closet and walked around in my heels before?”

“No!” I say in sharp denial, even knowing this would only make Carrie think I had done this before. “Okay, if you say so.” Carrie assumes the worst, as I had worried she might react to my answer. Happy with my progress, she walks up behind me and puts her hands on my hips. “Now, I want you to move your hips with my hands with each step. I will help you walk like a woman now so you will not fall over again.” Doing as I was instructed, I started to move my hips with her guidance. It was strange feeling her sway back and forth as I walked. After two laps around the bedroom, she stopped walking with me and let me continue on my own. I felt unsteady once again as I put everything she had taught me into practice.

I felt like a student being judged by her teacher, being watched with every step by Carrie. She gave me a few pointers to help me refine my walk. A few times, she smacked my ass as I walked by when I did something wrong. I'm unsure how long I had been at this; my calves were killing me. Carrie could see the discomfort in my eyes, and she pointed to the bed. “Sit down, lover; we are done for today. I am very proud of you; you are making significant progress. However, it will take a lot of hard work and dedication to walk like a woman convincingly.” Pulling off the heels, I rubbed my calves, knowing this would only get harder when Carrie decided to give me taller heels.

“We are going to practice like this every day till I am satisfied with your walk. Now get dressed. Emily will be here soon, and she said she has a surprise for you. I know you will ask, but I don’t know what it is. All I know is she said did some research As well as she had something that would help with your pressure issues.” Carrie left her heels on and walked into the kitchen. Setting my aching feet on the floor, I noticed that my feet wanted to stay arched like I was still wearing heels. Wincing with how tight my calve muscles were, I walk slightly on my toes to the closet. Picking out a cute outfit, I first put on my panties and bra. Feeling how tight the bra felt, I would have to talk with Carrie about getting larger ones soon. Fully dressed, I walk out barefoot into the kitchen, doing my best to keep my feet flat.