“Well maybe I can help,” Circe grinned, with a hungry look in her eye. “Anything you wish could be different?”
Paul looked around the coffee shop pensively. Not totally sure he should be divulging his insecurities to a stranger. Even if said stranger was clearly an acquaintance of his wife’s somehow. But that was the whole problem, he supposed. He couldn’t talk to his constantly bubbly and blissful wife about anything. Well, not anything substantial. HE sighed wearily.
“I dunno. I just wish we had more in common, you know?”
Paul felt stupid for letting something so personal slip. He just needed to talk to someone about something other than boobs or makeup or shopping. All of his friends would think he was crazy for being dissatisfied with his life. But having a partner with whom one shared nothing in common was a constant source of frustration. And those little frustrations were starting to feel like they could crush him.
The mysterious Circe didn’t seem put off but this sudden bout of oversharing. In fact, her grin grew disconcertingly wide and predatory.
“Ooh, That’s a fun wish. I can do that”
“Huh?” Was all Paul could manage to say before a strange light began to fill his vision.
-
The very pregnant Sammi sat at the breakfast table with a strange and foreign look on her face. The kitchen was apocalyptically messy this morning, Her irrepressibly energetic children were screaming with glee and running around the table. The baby she clutched in her arms screeched its discomfort.
“Are you ok?” Carlotta had come over to help her friend with the house a bit. She wasn’t used to seeing Sammi with anything but a stepford smile on her face. But, lo and behold. The ordinarily indefatigable mother of three was frowning.
“...I...Dunno. I don’t think so”
“Are you sure? You’re usually in your element when things are chaotic like this”
Sammi found it hard to process what she was feeling. Her lovely Paul had been acting distant lately. It was almost like she was the opposite of happy. Like she was...sad? No, actually. As she thought about it she realized she was kind of fucking mad.
“Carly, darling. I think Paul is bored of me. Or something”
Carlotta couldn’t help but scoff out loud. She had been Sammi’s BFF for a long time and she was definitely noticing that Paul seemed more than a little disengaged lately. It was almost unthinkable. That a man as unremarkable as him could be anything but eternally grateful that he had landed the jackpot and earned Sammi’s eternal devotion somehow.
“Paul is...He’s a great guy. I’m sure he’ll come around”
“I’m fucking pregnant as fuck! And I still suck his dick like clockwork on top of doing everything else. What the fuck is his problem?”
Carlotta was shocked by the venom in her friend’s voice. And she hadn’t heard her swear like that since her bitchy, slutty phase.
The happy haze of perpetual domestic bliss was wearing off. The magic that had conspired to keep Sammi deliriously and content happy for years was starting to fail. And with it her appearance was beginning to shift back to that of a more normal woman. Neither of them noticed the change. But as the conversation went on more of Sammi’s former intelligence returned in proportion to her foul mood.
“God, did you know he hasn’t licked my pussy once? Not even once, what the fuck!”
“Listen, Sammi. You’ve been mother fucking wonder woman for five years now. You do absolutely everything around here. I really think you should be saying this stuff to Paul. You know?”
Sammi huffed. “Oh yeah, as soon as he gets home tonight I’m going to let him know how I really feel”
“That’s a good idea. It isn’t healthy for couples not to argue”
“Thanks Carlotta. It's just...I dunno. There are things about me he doesn’t know. And I don’t think he’d like them”
“Like what? Like you were a colossal whore before you met”
Sammi reached out across the table and gave her friend a playful slap. “Uh, no. He knows that. It’s something else”
“Well, maybe you should talk about your past once in a while. You just showed up at my apartment one day. Like a mysterious, slutty tornado. We care about you, you know? You should open up”
“Thank you Carlotta” Sammi had to fight back tears. “You know you’re the best friend I ever had, right”
Carlotta put on a faux haughty air. “Damn right bitch”
“I love you darling”
“I love you too. And you should talk to your stupid husband.
-
Carlotta was feeling quite satisfied with herself after having had a little heart to heart with her best friend. She had spent the evening helping her clean up around the house. Only stepping out and catching the bus home when she was feeling confident that Sammi was prepared to have words with her husband in a constructive way.
It was the least she could do for the girl who had basically been her sister for years. She had been a little surprised when Sammi suddenly announced her first pregnancy and her engagement to some guy she had just met. But the two women would always support each other no matter what so of course Carlotta had stepped up and been her friend’s pregnancy co-pilot.
It was weird though. Like one day a hormone bomb had just gone off in Sammi’s brain and she was just perpetually obsessed with pushing out babies and playing the part of the obedient little wifey. Which was fine. But perhaps there was a part of Carlotta that wasn’t ready to give her friend up just yet.
They were kind of a package deal.
Carlotta didn’t really intend to give up her slutty ways anytime soon. She was as fond of dick as she was afraid of commitment. And so continuing to hop from one hookup to the next as she entered her 30s seemed like a fine state of affairs.
Still, Sammi did seem happy. Whatever she was doing, it was working for her. But, well. Sammi was dumb as fuck. It was an unavoidable fact. So perhaps she was exactly the right person to enjoy a lifetime of breeding and sexual servitude to her husband.
“Ooh”
Carlotta was just a bit surprised that thinking about this was causing a distinct tingle in her pussy. God, Paul and Sammi must have been fucking like rabbits. What with the way she was smiling all the fucking time.
“Ooh, What the fuck?”
Fucking like rabbits. The phrase raced through her head as she felt a distinct pulse in her privates. Like, she was getting really aroused right now right out of the blue. Thank goodness she was the only person on the bus.
She couldn’t help but wonder what her friends were getting up to in the bedroom. Paul probably fucked Sammi like she was a fucking cow or something. It was probably all animal lust. Like, it was Sammi’s duty as a woman to present her pussy for fucking whenever her man neeed it and she knew it. And that’s why she was so goddamn bubbly all the time. Because she didn’t waste any time with stupid things like a career or trying to compete with men.
“Oh, fuck. What am I doing?”
A storm of lust was overpowering Carlotta’s senses. She reached down and unzipped her pants in order to masturbate. Whatever, fuck it. The bus driver wasn’t watching. And he’d probably seen weirder things before. Besides, the bus driver was a man and she was a woman. Which meant...Well, it meant something. People were basically just animals anyways. She was the pussy, err...she had a pussy. Which meant she was made for doing what the cocks told her. That made sense. In a horny as fuck kind of way.
As Carlotta stroked herself with wild abandon. She thought that maybe her friend Sammi was actually on to something. Like maybe being reduced to nothing but a wet pussy and the instinct to breed was a good thing. It was just nature so how could that be wrong?
“Oh christ. I need a baby right now. Stop the bus!”
-
Sammi stood in the living room with her arms crossed. She had deflated into a much more sensibly proportioned version of herself. Complete with a gleam of intelligence behind her eye. She resolved to stay mad as she saw the bright yellow headlights of her husband's car pulling into the driveway.
At first, Paul seemed surprised to see his wife. He took a few seconds to blink away his confusion before entering the house and closing the door behind him.
“Hey!” Sammi started “I’m mad at you”
“What? What did I do?”
It was a very confusing way to be greeted. Especially since Paul hadn’t actually heard his wife talk about her feelings or express a real opinion basically ever. The k1ds had all been tucked into bed and the couple were ready for a proper emotional blowout.
“Yeah, exactly. You don’t do anything around here”
Paul tried his best to remain calm. But Sammi just hadn’t talked to him like this before and it didn’t seem fair that she got to explode at him and he didn’t”
“Are you serious right now? Don’t accuse me of not helping with the k1ds. Because that’s some fucking bullshit”
“Don’t swear at me!”
“Fuck you”
“Fuck you!”
A long, uncomfortable silence passed as they realized that their shouting had woken the baby. Paul swallowed his pride and offered to take care of it.
“I’ll put her back to sleep”
“...wait!”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry I snapped at you”
“...No, it’s fine. I’m just really surprised. This is already the longest conversation we’ve had in a long time”
“Oooh! I’m sorry Paul. I’m boring, aren't I?”
Paul cracked a little smile.
“Ha ha. No. It’s just...we never talk. I feel like we have nothing in common. You know? Like we’ve been married for five years and I don’t really know you. You know?”
“...Well, what do you want to know?”
“Uhh. For starters, what did you do before we met? That’s a pretty big mystery”
Sammi became deadly quiet. Only the urgent cries of their baby broke the silence.
“You...You wouldn’t believe me”
“Try me”
“...You won’t like it”
“Why not?”
“Because...I wasn’t born a girl, ok?”
Paul didn’t know what he was expecting to come out of his wife’s mouth. But it most certainly had not been that. Not to mention the fact that it seemed a touch impossible. Considering that they had several children together and she was very pregnant at this exact moment.
“Uhh, you’re right. I don’t believe you”
“Nooo” She whined, tears streaming down her pretty face. “This is why I didn’t tell you. You wouldn’t understand”
“Ok, well then help me understand. What do you mean?”
“I mean I literally magically turned into a girl, like, a couple days before we met”
“...What?”
Sammi’s tearful eyes pleaded with Paul for understanding. She was breathing hard now. Unable to hold back the emotion. Wanting the love of her life to hold her close but feeling totally incapable of approaching him. For fear of rejection because of what she had just said.
Their daughter’s wailing continued to pierce the night.
“I-I’m going to go get her. Then I’m coming right back and we can talk some more. Ok?”
“Ok”
Sammi rubbed her eyes clear of tears as her husband walked upstairs and out of sight. This was a mistake. She paced back and forth anxiously. She had had a perfect life and a perfect husband and she just had to say something to screw it all up. She hadn’t even thought about being Sam in fucking years. Why did she have to go and blurt it out now?”
Her feelings of self loathing were reaching a new height as Paul returned with a happily cooing baby in his hands.
“Ok” He said.
“Ok what?”
“Ok, I believe you. About magically turning into a girl” He laughed, partially to himself. “Actually, it kind of makes more sense than anything else”
“It does?” Sammi’s voice was beginning to return to a calm, relaxed tone .
Sam sat on the living room couch and beckoned his wife to join him.
“Of course darling. You’re completely supernatural. Magic is the only thing that could even begin to adequately explain you”
“Aww! Honey!”
Sammi rushed over and buried her face in Paul’s chest. Letting her tears flow freely. Her great, sobbing wails were muffled by his warm loving embrace. Years worth of pent up anxiety washed over her in waves.
“This has really been bothering you, huh Sammi?”
“...Yeah. I guess”
“How come?”
“I thought you’d hate me if you knew the truth”
“I’ve always known the truth, Babe. That you’re an amazing woman. And an incredible mother. And I just feel so lucky that I got to know the real you like no one else ever could”
Sammi leaned in to plant salty, wet kisses on her husband’s mouth. He reciprocated the gesture. Leaning in slowly and softly to receive his well deserved smooches.
“And it really doesn’t bug you that...Like, I was...You know…”
“Sammi. There’s no wrong way to be a woman. And besides, if it is a competition. To be the girliest girl, or whatever. You’re winning. Like, it’s not even close. You completely blow everyone else out of the water”
Sammi held her wonderful lover close and tight. Her face was nothing but a broad gleaming smile. She had faced her biggest fear and her joy had not left her. If anything their love felt so much stronger now. She felt her mind going back to the blissful dream it had been in for years as her body slowly inflated back to her familiar voluptuous curves.
“I’m so happy. I love you a lot”
“I love you too”
He kissed her on the head as her transformation continued. Things were going to be different now that there were no more secrets to cause friction. Paul felt like he understood his wife deeply now. In a way that no one else ever could.
-
The final surprise of the night had come just after the couple had put their baby down to bed. They were busily making out on the couch when there was a timid little knock on the door.
Paul gestured at his iron hard erection. Meaning that Sammi should probably be the one to get the door.
The wheels turned in their heads collectively as Carlotta stood there in the doorway. She looked totally helpless. Her tits seemed to be expanding right in front of them. Tearing her old white t-shirt apart. It looked like it was ready to explode at any second.
“Carli needs dick”
Had Carlotta always been this massively endowed ditz standing before them? That would just have to be a question for another time as they witnessed her whopping titties finally rip her poor old shirt apart. Suddenly, it seemed really normal that Carli was here.
Like, hadn’t she always been Paul’s other wife? Or maybe his wife’s wife? They were a package deal, weren’t they?
Paul briefly thought to himself that this could have been that magic thing that Sammi was talking about. Whatever it was. He was just happy that he and his wife now had one more thing in common. Their shared lover, Carli.
-
Having Carli around made things a lot easier or the couple going forward. Paul still had his little misgivings about the lack of intellectual stimulation in his life. But somehow, having two obedient housewives just seemed to compensate for that. They were throwing so much pussy at him constantly that there was simply no chance he could ever keep up. Luckily they were quite content to fuck each other when their man wasn’t available.
Sammi really did need the help now that she was so massively pregnant. And Carli was so good with the k1ds. They talked to each other endlessly about hair, and makeup and all that other stuff that Paul simply could not feign any interest in.
Carli was unfortunately quite a bit dumber than Sammi could be even in her denser moments. And that was saying something. It just might have been a fair trade off because her tits were also much more massive than Sammi’s. And so Sammi had taken to referring to her as her doll. She got plenty of pleasure out of dressing Carli up in scandalous little bra busting outfits and parading her around town.
If Carli objected to being treated like a toy, she never said anything about it. In fact, she didn’t say much of anything. More often than not her mouth hung open as she stared off into space. Waiting for her Paul or Sammi to order her to suck dick and or lick pussy.
The only time that the poor, oblivious little airhead really seemed to become animated was when she knew she was about to be fucked. Paul began to suspect that she was secretly just like Sammi. In that she could not wait to be pregnant for most of the rest of her life.
Sammi was the picture perfect caricature of motherhood. Right out of a 1950’s fever dream. But with carli it was almost like she was really nothing but an animal. A dumb, obedient little bitch who was always so horny she couldn’t help but think with her pussy. Reproduction was so absolutely imperative to her that it overpowered all other instincts.
So, that was something to be concerned about. Paul wasn’t sure if he could handle one more kid. Let alone the whole brood that Carli would inevitably unleash.
A more positive development was that Paul could always tell when Sammi was upset. Her superhuman vigour would slowly start to dwindle and she would begin to look like a normal human being again. As a rule of thumb, the smaller Sammi’s tits, the angrier she was. And when she was down to nothing but a little a-cup he knew he was really in for it.
Paul and Sammi had very constructive arguments from that day forward. Healthy arguments. He almost relished those big blowouts because it was the one time he could talk to his wife like she was his partner. They never lasted though. Before long they would inevitably make up and Sammi would be back to her regular, busty self again.
But it wasn’t a bad thing. They were just happy to understand each other more. There was just one thing bothering Paul. Which he felt the need to bring up to his wife as she busily prepared breakfast.
“Hey babe?”
“Yes darling~?”
“Do you know a woman named Circe?”
“No darling. You know I don’t have much time for anything but you and our wonderful children”
“Huh...interesting”
Paul didn’t quite know what to make of that. If there was magic afoot, that strange woman from the other day seemed like a prime culprit. But things were nearly perfect in his life right now. He certainly didn’t want to mess anything up.
“Breakfast is ready”
Sammi trotted over in her little house dress and heels, placing a bountiful heap of bacon and eggs in front of him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before seating herself. He unzipped his pants as Carli, the dumb little breeding whore squeezed herself under the table to give him his 5th or 6th blowie before work.
“Yeah. Probably best not to mess with this”
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