TMI

TMI

By RU Wild

Pregnant? Me? Oh no, and I'm never going to be. I'm here for Mitch, my husband. I can see you're confused, let me explain.

I don't mean to brag, but look; I've got a nice trim figure, which is exactly why Mitch married me. Check out this tiny waist and these small pert breasts. Nice, right? Before Mitch some guys told me I was too skinny, not enough booty, but not Mitch. He loved me looking like a teenager, and when I wore my hair in pigtails... watch out! We did some seriously kinky roleplaying if you catch my meaning!

So we'd been married for a few years when one day out of the blue Mitch asked me about having a baby. Wanted to know if I was willing to get pregnant. As if! Let me tell you, I refused without a second's hesitation. I had decided at a pretty young age that I was not interested in birthing a baby. No way I was going to let a kid wreck my body and that's just what I told him, so he dropped it.

I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear, you know, case closed, done with all that BS, but in the following months he kept bringing it up. He kept bugging me about it more and more until one night before bed we had a huge fight. We were yelling at each other and everything. I was so upset, I finally screamed at him that the only way he was getting a kid was if he had it himself!!

Needless to say, we went to bed in a huff that night and slept back-to-back. That whole night I was tossing and turning and having weird dreams about sex and babies and day care bills. I woke up at one point and heard Mitch moaning and tossing around and thought he must be having weird dreams too.

The next morning, I woke up to Mitch mumbling the word 'no' over and over in a panic. I was still pissed at him so I rolled only far enough to look over my shoulder and see what his problem was. He was sitting up in bed with the covers kicked off and his legs spread staring at his crotch. His empty crotch. Well, not empty, just no dick. Where that used to be was a shiny new vigina...

Well, let me tell you, THAT really caught my attention! I rolled the rest of the way over and up onto my elbow for a better look. When I did, something heavy flopped down onto my thigh under the covers. I jumped and scooted back, but couldn't pull away from it, so I threw back the covers in a panic, and what did I find? Laying on my leg was a thick, limp dick, and it was attached to me!

So now I'm freaked out too, nothing like Mitch, but still seriously concerned. He looks at my dick, then back at his pussy, then back at my dick, then his pussy again, like he's watching some sex organ tennis match. Suddenly he starts yammering at me about how I did this to him, switched our junk and made him into a girl. I had to point out to him that I still looked like the girl and he still looked like the boy. We were only changed 'down there'. Besides, my pussy had blonde hair, his was brown, and my dick was pretty big and his had been, you know, smaller. Don't get me wrong! It was very satisfying, still, just, you know, smaller. So I pointed out that we couldn't have just switched stuff. I told him that was his pussy and this was my dick. You know, like if we'd been born with them.

The more I talked about it, the more comfortable I became with the idea. I mean, what the heck? I was willing to try out having a dick, but Mitch wasn't adjusting as quickly as me.

I took a closer look at his pussy and that was when things really started getting interesting. The first thing I learned about having a dick is that just looking at Mitch's pussy made my dick get harder and bigger. I tossed the covers the rest of the way off so now I'm sitting there with my legs spread in a V too and between them that new dick is rising. I'm getting excited and as he watches me grow Mitch's eyes are growing like my dick. I'm watching him watching me grow and he glanced up just in time to see me lick my lips. He started shaking his head and saying 'no' again and again, but I ignored him and rolled over onto Mitch. Suddenly, all I could think about is pushing my new dick into his new pussy. It, well, it just seemed right, you know?

Anyway, you can see that I'm a skinny girl, and I'll tell you that my husband Mitch is a pretty big guy, but right then I think I could have picked him up off the bed and fucked him standing up. I was a girl with a raging virgin boner and super horny for my husband! At that point, I'm a little ashamed to admit, I pretty much attacked him.

He was panicked and squirming around, but only halfheartedly. Kind of like I would do to him when I wanted to make him work for it. I'm trying to calm him by telling him how it will be okay and this is natural, which of course it wasn't, and we should have a little fun before things change back, which we should've and did. If I'm being honest, at that point, I'd have told him anything to get my dick in his pussy.

After a few seconds of us wrestling around on the bed I got my knees between his legs, spread him and pushed my raging girl boner against his virgin hole, and boy, did that feel great! Mitch was whimpering and squirming, but he was also sopping wet, that's how I knew he wanted it. I gave a little push with my hips and the tip slid inside his lips, making him gasp. He was sooo tight! The tip was all slippery and I knew it would go in, all I had to do is give it a good push. He was begging me to stop, babbling about it being too big, but I knew better. Before Mitch I'd had a boyfriend that was hung like a horse, a lousy lover though, and his monster fit in little ole me so I knew Mitch could take my dick. He whimpered some more and begged some more, but you know what? At that point I really don't think I could have stopped if I'd tried.

I'm feeling all these new things for the first time and I just know being inside of him is going to be amazing! I also know I'm hurting Mitch, but only a little, and that won't last long then it will give way to full-on pleasure. Then it's gonna feel sooo good for both of us! Things already felt great to me and were only getting better! I pushed again, harder this time and I felt him stretch open, then I entered my husband for the first time! Doesn't that sound weird? Me entering my husband? But that's just what I did! I hooked my skinny arms around him and drove my hips forward with a grunt. There was resistance at first and for a moment I wondered if I might actually be too big for him, then all at once, WOOSH, my girl boner was buried balls deep in him and oh my gosh! It was heaven!

Now I'm panting like Charlie Gross the first time he did me in the back of his mom's Firebird, he was actually a hottie, not gross at all, but Charlie was so excited to be inside of me I thought he would hyperventilate. Of course, now I understand! I was only in Mitch for a few seconds then it was like my hips took over for my brain, which had turned to pudding, and I'm pounding his pussy like Charlie had pounded mine! My little titties are bouncing and jiggling around like I'm going to fling them off my chest. I dug my toes into the bed sheet, trying to get deeper with each thrust and I am thumping Mitch's vag, I mean hammering him like I'm tryin to screw a hole to his brain! I got a little oblivious because I was so focused on how it felt banging my husband for the first time that I didn't pay any attention to anything else, let alone how it was for him. I feel a little bad about that now, but couldn't help it at the time. I mean, come on! The first time pounding your hubby's pussy is bound to be a little crazy! Am I right?!

Anyway, in no time at all I'm moaning Mitch's name and warning him I'm about to dump my load in his tight pussy - that's what he always said to me when he's about to cum - and I no more than say it and just like that I'm squirting into Mitch like a garden hose. Painting his insides with my power washer wand and gasping out his name. When I'm finished all I can do is lay on top of him and pant.

I'm totally overwhelmed by all of this and wondering if it's some wacky wet dream that I'll wake up from. Turns out, it's no dream. It's been eight months and I still haven't woken up!

So, after an orgasm Mitch usually takes a break. You know, goes to the bathroom for a wiz or kitchen for a sandwich, but not me. I'm still hard as a flint knife and the slightest twitch of my hips sends fresh waves of lust through my new parts. I want more, a lot more, and I don't ask what he wants, I just keep going. I start moving in him again and he starts sputtering about taking a break. I put the hush on that shit by kissing him, deep and hard, just like I'm fucking him. At first, he acts like he doesn't want to kiss me, but then he starts playing with my tits, he loves my luscious little handfuls as he calls them, and sucking on my tongue. I start grinding my pelvic bone against his clit and that's when the sparks really start to fly! We're grinding into each other like a couple of teenage kids behind the bleachers at a football game, only we're in our bed and have been married for six years. It was soooo hot!

Soon Mitch is moaning around my tongue like a porn star and grabbing at my ass. He's kneading it and pulling me into him, he can't get enough of me! I just want to take a second to say that I've always liked sex, and rarely ever turned Mitch down even before I got my dick, but now I can't get enough and neither can Mitch. On the weekends when we're both home, we sometimes do it three or four times a day!

Anyways, before I know it, Mitch is having his first boy pussy orgasm. He's sopping wet and I can feel him spasm around my dick over and over as he's moaning my name, something he never used to do, and losing his mind! All that sends me over the top and a few seconds later I'm cuming in him a second time.

Afterwards, we lay there and pant for a bit before I sit up while keeping my dick in him. He is pushed up against the headboard in a sort of curled position so it's easy for him to look at where our crotches meet and see where my big dick disappears into his vagina. I pull back and hesitate, then push forward. As I repeat that, we're cheek to cheek watching me slide in and out of him and you know what? There's something extra erotic about seeing it as you're feeling it, but you probably already know that. No? Well, try it some time, you'll love it!

Anyway, I tell him how cool it looks and that I'm going to fuck him some more, but he gets cold feet and tells me to stop, because I might get him pregnant. Getting him pregnant hadn't even crossed my mind until he said it, and then it was like, holy hell! Boom! Mind blown! Suddenly all these emotions are surging through me, you know? I'm trying to come to grips with the idea that skinny little me might make my big strong husband pregnant. You know? I could knock up my hubby, make him preggers, put a bun in his oven! A rush of feelings I can't quite define filled my body right then and I was suddenly hyper aware of my loaded girl gun stuffed inside my husband's baby bakery.

I want to go on record right now by saying that I was never against having a family. I actually like kids, well, most of the time. I just didn't want to be the one to do the 'having'. Now that Mitch could do it, and I could be the one to make him pregnant, hell, I was ALL for it! I leaned back in and buried my dick to the hilt in him. I gave him a kiss and told him I sure hoped I could knock him up, and proceeded to start pumping again. I figured by this time, if he was going to get pregnant, he already was, but he insisted that I stop and put on a condom. I was not happy, but he was so insistent that I finally gave in. After all, I did want to keep fucking so I told him fine, whatever. He dug into his nightstand and retrieved one of his condoms. I pulled out of him and with my hands on my hips pushed my hard dick toward his face. I told him that if he wanted me to wear one, he was going to put it on me.

It still makes me laugh how hard he worked to get that thing on me. He stretched and pulled, ripped the first one, got another and tried again. The whole time I stayed rock hard. I told him how much it was turning me on to watch him try to wrap my dick. He ripped the second one too, but the third one hung in there, even though it only covered about half of my dick.

Safely wrapped, I got back into position over top of him and slid back in, and it sucked. I mean, after being in him bareback, anything else could only be a letdown. I started pumping and then quickly moved into pounding him with an angry vengeance. I was taking my frustration out on his tinder new pussy and believe me, it was going to pay!

That's when something miraculous happened. I felt the condom rip and slide up around the base of my dick like a cock ring! I started to tell Mitch, then... well, I just didn't. If he wanted a baby so bad, I figured the least I could do was give him one. I just rolled us over onto my back and let him ride my big dick. There is something very sexy about watching your big hairy husband grinding it out cowgirl style while you relax with your hands behind your head. His hips were swirling around and he was humping down onto me with a hand on each of my tits, his eyes were so heavy lidded he looked cock drunk. It wasn't long and his eyes rolled up in his head, then he bit his lip and came on me. I had moved my hands to his thighs as I watched my him work it on my hard dick, and when he came, I unloaded in him again.

Eventually he saw that the condom had ripped and his face turned all red like he was going to be angry, but he didn't say anything about it. I think maybe he'd given up by that point.

The rest of that day we proceeded to try every position I could think of in every room in the house. I bent him over the back of the couch. I sat him on the kitchen counter and he rode me on a kitchen chair. I even took him out to the garage where we did it in the back of his Mustang convertible, and you know what? We loved it all.

Over the next couple of weeks, I found out that it was hard to hide my new dick. I wear close fitting clothes and no amount of tucking seemed to work. Finally, I just gave up on that tucking shit and quit worrying about my bulge showing. It's subtle in most of my dresses and skirts, pants and shorts show it off more, and my workout leggings, well, they put it right out there on display! Most people don't make a big deal out of it, I'll get some odd looks and the occasional smile from a girl or a guy, but that's it. The down side is there were some nasty comments about Mitch being gay when we were out together, which he totally is NOT. He still loves my body just like it is and tells me that my big dick fits just perfect in his tight pussy. Well, it's not as tight as that first day, but he still fits me really good.

A month passed and we didn't change back so I made an appointment at my gynecologist for us. Everything seemed fine to me, but since it looked like he was going to be keeping that new boy-gina I thought we should get it checked out. I wasn't worried about my dick, I mean, what goes wrong with a dick? If you don't stick them in places they shouldn't be, they will just keep going like that Energizer Bunny, but it probably still needed looked at too.

It took them six weeks to get us in because I didn't tell them exactly what had happened. You'd think with the name 'Mitch' on the appointment they would have asked some questions, but no. Later they said if I had told them, they would have made an exception for us and got us in the same day. Whoops? In the mean time we were having the best sex of our lives! Mitch wasn't too keen on sucking on it at first, but after a while he got into it and became quite the cock sucker! He hates it when I call him that so I try to keep it to myself. And to top it all off, he's a swallower! Cool huh! Over that time I bet I squirted enough cum in Mitch to fill a gallon bucket!

When we finally got in to my Gyno's office, we caused quite a stir. Everyone wanted a look at us, both of us. You know, for 'clinical' reasons. I think some of those nurses were getting off thinking about me fucking them with my big dick and one of them had a bulge of her own after looking at Mitch. I think she was one of those trans girls and probably wanted to fuck him. You know, no matter how professional some people act, they're still pervs deep down.

Mitch helped me get a sperm sample for the Doctor and then she whisked him away for a one-on-one. After a while they brought me in and the doctor told us congratulations, we were both healthy with fully functional genitals. I laughed and told the doctor we already knew that, which made Mitch blush. Then a nurse came in and handed the doctor an EPT, you know, one of those early pregnancy test kits? The doctor took one look at it, shook her head, then told us congratulations again. Mitch was pregnant with my baby, well he is pregnant with my baby, er, our baby.

We looked at the Doctor with our mouths hanging open, then at each other. I looked at this big strong man and tried to imagine his belly growing round with a baby in it. With my baby in it! I was suddenly so turned on that I blurted out thanks to the doctor and practically dragged my still dazed husband from the office out to our car. He started to get in the passenger's side, but I steered him into the back seat where I shucked his shorts down and made passionate love to him while I told him over and over how happy I was he was having my baby. I think me telling him that got his juices going too, cause he had the biggest orgasm ever right there in the back of my Mazda!

After that, knowing he was preggers made him hornier than ever and he was constantly wanting me to fuck him. He was always pushing his ass against my dick, touching it, rubbing it, anything to make me hard, and I never turned him down.

A couple of months ago we were on a Cancun vacation enjoying the beach. Mitch's belly was getting pretty big by then, but there were plenty of guys with big bellies who were not pregnant. So, he didn't look out of place at all among all those other big belly guys. I decided I wanted to get a drink to sip by the pool so we stopped by the tiki bar. This amazon brunette chick had a row of empty shot glasses in front of her when we got there. Evidently, she'd been doing shots of tequila. She looks Mitch up and down and tells him he would be really hot if he lost his belly. I'm sure she meant it as a compliment, but the comment sort of chapped my ass, so I pulled my sarong off and showed her the big bulge in my bikini bottoms and told her he was pregnant with my baby! You shoulda seen the look on her face! She looked like some cartoon character with her eyes bugging and her jaw on the floor! The bitch! Mitch grabbed my hand and hustled me back to our room. I thought it was because I embarrassed him, turned out the whole thing made him horny as hell. He had me fuck him and talk about him having my baby all afternoon. It was great!

Mitch is getting close now. His due date is in a week or so, but the doctor said that the baby could really come any day. She also made me promise to quit fucking his boy-gina, that's what I've started calling it lately, so that the baby isn't born with a dent in her head. There's one crazy thing that's happened, or maybe not so crazy considering it all, but my boobs are getting bigger! My doctor says it's just sympathy changes to my body, but I swear I think I could breast feed the baby when she comes.

Over all things are going really great, but Mitch is getting nervous. He's afraid that after the baby comes, we'll go back to the way we were. Which I guess is possible. I could wake up with my girl parts back and he would have his little dick, but I don't think that will happen. Even the doctor said she thinks the change is permanent, but Mitch has this crazy idea that he's going to hang onto my dick while he delivers the baby. I don't know how that will keep things from changing back, but I'm never against him holding it, so what the heck. The doctor says no sex for a couple of weeks after the delivery. After that, go for it.

Oh look! Here he comes! Isn't he just HUGE! Looks like little ole me makes a big baby! I'm sure glad he's a good-sized guy and can handle it!

Hi honey! I was just telling this nice lady all about me getting a dick and you getting a boy-gina and how now you're having my baby! What? TMI? No, I don't think that's TMI! How could such a happy story about me knocking you up be too much information? Really Mitch, I thought you liked it when I tell people you're having my baby!

Whoops! I guess we're in a hurry now! It was nice chatting with you!