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The Baby-Maker Project
By Jillian
As part of this project, a very key part in fact, I was
ordered to write of my experiences as though doing a case
study. And not just of my experiences but also of my
feelings and emotions as I progressed through what everyone
knew was to be a very difficult experience and period of
adjustment at the conclusion. I thought about my best
approach during the three days before I was to leave for an
unknown destination where the project itself was to be
based and what follows is my version, unedited, written on
a daily basis as I went through the process itself and then
the period designated for post-procedure adjustment.
But first, my prologue to explain what I am about to go
through, why and how:
Why:
Something in the air, probably a mixture of elements from
all the pollution of the previous Century, has caused many
of today's women to be infertile.
Solution:
To find enough men willing to undergo today's version of
SRS, which is non-surgical and complete, who can be
immunized against this affect and who are willing to help
lift the birth rate.
Me:
An agent of the FBI, relegated to a desk job due to an
injury sustained on the job, who frequently disguised
himself as a woman during investigations and who was told
to participate in this project by his superiors.
The following case study will be presented in Diary form,
with the days numbered instead of dated.
1.
The day of departure. Today I leave my comfortable post in
the Nation's Capital for parts unknown and a future that
is; I'm to become a female baby factory. I didn't ask for
this assignment nor do I really want it, what man would? To
be changed from a happy, contented male FBI agent into a
female whose designated role in life will be to produce one
baby after another?
Then again, how I've forced myself to approach this
challenge is to see it as having the chance to serve my
Country twice in one life-time, first as an FBI Agent for
the past ten years and now this, to help save us from
extinction. I've been picked up from my apartment and am
being taken to Dulles airport for the flight to parts
unknown, the project's actual site a classified matter,
while the team of agents who stayed behind to do an "eraser
job" on my apartment and my identity as a man.
Am I scared, you might wonder, damn straight I'm scared!
And not so much about being turned into a woman, I've
disguised myself as one many times in the course of my time
with the FBI and passed easily each time. It's the thing
about the babies, plus how one gets them in the first
place. I've never been anything but a straight male my
entire life and to now know I'm going to have to submit to
having sex as a woman scares me to death.
Once we arrive at the airport, I'm whisked through a
special gate and put on board the plane within ten minutes
of my arrival, a time span unheard of in today's climate.
There are maybe twenty other guys who board the same
flight, all about the same height as me but of varying
weights and builds with me among the slimmest.
A man who is apparently part of the crew stand up as we
taxi out to the flight line, and says, "Gentlemen, I am
Doctor Allen and because many of you have flown so many
times before, we're going to sedate you to keep the
projects location secret, as well as for your own safety."
A couple of minutes after it was my turn, the last thing I
remember is hearing elevator music.
2.
I woke up again to find myself in a fairly large set of
rooms and apparently the sole occupant thereof because when
I got up out of bed and looked around, there was only the
bedroom I woke up in and the rest of the small suite was
unoccupied and designed for just one person. In looking
around the suite the second time, I find a piece of 8.5" x
11" paper stuck on the door of the small fridge in the
kitchenette. On it is delineated a schedule I'm apparently
to be prepared to keep for the upcoming 7 days. It's far
too long and involved to list in to do here, but today,
starting at 9:00 (twenty minutes from now per the clock on
the kitchenette wall) a meeting, followed by a medical
exam, lunch, another exam, a meeting and one more exam
before dinner than my evening is free.
The initial meeting was brief, just a sort of welcoming
speech by two different folks, then I was back in the Army
again, well at least the hurry up and wait part. In small
groups of five, we were shepherded from one place to
another where we sat and waited to be called for our turns
to do whatever.
3.
Yesterday was a real pain in the butt to deal with; I hate
being treated like a raw recruit again. And today doesn't
look to be a whole lot better, either, at least by looking
at the schedule. But it turns out to be a slight
improvement as we now start meeting in the small groups of
five that we were split into yesterday, and given facility
maps which means we won't be shepherded around from here on
out. Other than that, today was pretty much a repeat of
yesterday but for the medical exams. Yesterday I was just
looked at, weighed, measured, etc. Today I think they took
a quart of blood among all the other samples they took.
Otherwise, today was pretty much just a repeat of
yesterday, more meetings and more exams.
4.
I found out some people were missing today, our group of
five has been reduced to three, the other two having been
dismissed because they had been found medically unfit to
proceed, at least that's what we were told. Out initial
number of twenty three people who first arrived together
was now down to fifteen, we were told, and we would all be
undergoing the process so our meetings and exams from here
on out would become more personalized and always with the
same staff members. In small groups, three in our case, we
then met with the full team that would be working with us,
a psychiatrist, and endocrinologist, the team leader who
would be the doctor in charge of our actual transformation,
two nurses and for later on, an OB/GYN. For our group, the
only male doctor was the team leader while all the rest
were women, which is in a way, a sort of blessing.
I was among the first to meet with the shrink, and most of
the time was spent with her feeling me out; how I felt
about this project, about becoming a woman, my thoughts and
feelings about children, etc. She of course was fully aware
of the times I'd spent passing as a woman during my time
with the FBI and was curious about why I'd done so. She
asked how I'd felt wearing women's clothes (did I enjoy
them), had I ever had thoughts about wanting to be a girl
(I hadn't), had I ever cross-dressed other than for work (I
had, several times as a child and then a teenager), did I
enjoy it then (I had) and why did I stop (a lack of time
and opportunity away from work).
When she again asked why I'd chosen to disguise myself as a
woman for some of my investigations I explained; I was just
over the minimum height and weight for male agents when I
barely squeaked into the Academy and it had been one of my
supervisors who had first suggested I try this disguise
when a particular investigation called for a female agent
when we had none available. I was so successful it became
my stock-in-trade, so to speak. She seemed pleased with my
response and said she thought I would make the transition
with greater ease than most of the others, due to my
background cross-dressing, my enjoyment of it, and my
experience doing it for prolonged periods of time as an
Agent.
5.
The remainder of yesterday's meeting were pretty much pro-
forma; let's get to know you types as opposed to anything
as meaningful as the one I had with the psychiatrist.
Today, on the other hand, I'm to have a meeting with the
Team Leader, something that I'm told only happens when one
is about to begin the transition process. Oh shit, already?
When I enter his office at just about 10:00, he quickly
begins to explain the how the process itself is done, and
what sort of a schedule I'll be on as the changes actually
occur. I.e.: how long it will take to complete. Basically,
here's what he told me:
They use a hybrid sort of nano-technology to perform the
actual process, a process that actually goes in and re-
writes a person's genes from XY to XX. There are a few
twists to it though, he explained, within certain
parameters, choices can be made. Those not available to us
personally deal with our sex drives (which will be high),
our maternal drives (we will made to want to have lots of
babies) and our physical ages (we're all to become 18 years
old, the optimum age to start having babies).
As to the choices we're to have; our looks (from plain to
very pretty), our hair and eye colors, our figures
including breast size, and so on, basically all of our
general physical characteristics. Some things about us
won't, or can't be changed; our heights, shoe sizes and so
on, anything connected to our skeletal structures beyond
the with of our pelvises, which will be widened to
accommodate easy childbirth and delivery. Now I have the
rest of the afternoon and evening off, to make my choices
and
Back in my suite of rooms after I left his office and
stopped for lunch, I sit down with the list and start
thinking about my choices. In one sense, I'm a very
fortunate person; how many people you know have ever had
the opportunity to chose how they look? On the other hand,
all my choices are limited to those common only among women
or at least most of them are. Noted on the list he gave me
is what will be my hip measurement, I guess to give me a
starting point for reference: 37". Now let's see, what is
my chest now? Last time I had a physical I think it was
just less than 38". What I think would be ideal would be
about 36", say 36-D? I mean hey, why not go for a nice set
of hooters? Just because they're going to be used as milk
producers and baby feeders most of the time doesn't mean I
can't have nice ones, does it? Now let's see what else...
waist size; I doubt I'll be able to keep it forever but why
not start out with something special, say 23" or so? Now
I'm almost exactly 5'8" tall and I like the idea of being
tall and slender, so how about I put my preferred weight
down at about say 110 lbs. Most of these measurements are
based on my experiences cross-dressing and what I wished
had been my sizes at the time, my ideals in other words.
6.
Having picked vividly green eyes and light, reddish brown
shoulder length hair, I turned my list in right after
dinner last night. I have no idea when they're going to
start me on this process but it's kind of strange to know
how I'm going to look when it's over with and all is said
and done. But for now, I have another appointment to keep
with the shrink who is supposed to start working with me to
begin changing my sexual orientation and to begin making me
want to have kids.
This ought to be good, I have no idea in hell how they plan
to do this but I doubt it's going to be easy, for them or
for me. I found out soon after going into her office that
they were going to use a combination of hypnosis, drugs and
physical therapy, the latter when they taught me to enjoy
to taste and feel of a man's penis being in my mouth by
using a very realistic dildo. About a week later, I was
also introduced to the pleasures of anal sex by the same
method since that's the only way I'll be able to have sex
in the latter stages of my pregnancies.
7.
Well, today's the day I got my shot, the shot that contains
all the pre-programmed nano-bots that are to change me into
an 18 year old young woman over the next two weeks. Two
weeks to first undo and then redo me from the past 27 years
of male adulthood into a post-pubescent 18-year-old female
who wants nothing more than sex with men and babies, lots
and lots of babies. Now, for the next two days, it's
nothing but classes for me, classes about how to apply and
wear makeup, how to take care of my hair, what will be my
"sanitary" needs and requirements (dealing with our
periods) and so on, all the things natural girls learn as
they're growing up but which have to be crammed into us in
a comparatively short period of time. On the third day, we
get put under for the rest of the time it will take for our
changes to complete as it can be quite uncomfortable and
thus very stressful to go through wide awake.
8.
What a boring day today turned out to be, the whole day
spent in classes being told about what I already knew
almost as much about as the instructor, cosmetics. I spent
all morning and all afternoon listening to them drone on
although I did learn a couple of new techniques that are
popular today.
9.
Wow, hair care and personal hygiene all day today, what a
thrill! Boring!
10.
At least before I got my shot that was to put me out for
the next 11 days, the Doctor told me something about how
I'd feel when I wake up, and about what my medical
condition would be. I'll be groggy at first, of course, but
within an hour or so, wide-awake and raring to go.
Everything will be "turned on", as he put it, all but my
fertility which they won't activate until I've had my first
two periods, this to give my system time to settle in and
stabilize. Two minutes after he gave me the shot, I could
feel myself going under.
11.
As I started to wake up again, I had a strange thought;
with them fixing me so I was always wanting sex, did this
mean I'd be a round-heeled slut or just a girl who loved to
get fucked? Was I supposed to find "the right guy", get
married and settle down to a life of having one kid after
another or was I just going to have lots of babies without
all of the bother, niceties and legalities of marriage?
Interesting thought and questions.
As I started to become more aware of where I was and what
I'm now supposed to be, I became more aware of my body and
all the new sensations I was getting from it. I could first
feel a difference on the sensitivity of my skin and the
fact that I was between sheets that seemed very soft and
silky. Then came the awareness of considerable weights upon
my chest, made even more obvious when I slightly shifted my
position in the bed. A face full of hair added to the
mental image I was building as did the suddenly very
strange feeling of there being something missing between my
legs, a sense of emptiness made all the more obvious in
comparison to what I'd felt down there for 27 years.
When I decided I was now able to at least sit up, I tossed
the covers aside and swung my legs over the side of the
bed, then sat up slowly as I fought the dizziness I felt.
The shifting of the twin weights on my chest was startling
at first, as was the sense of sitting on my sex but I held
off looking until I could get up out of the bed and walk
over to the full-length mirror on the wall next to the
closet.
As soon as I felt able I did just that and when I first saw
my reflection, my reaction was to say aloud, "Oh my lord,
I'm fucking gorgeous!"
My face is absolutely beautiful, nice high cheekbones, full
lips and those gorgeous green eyes I'd requested. Slender
shoulders and arms and a pair of tits to die for, firm,
full and sitting in the perfect position on my chest with
nicely sized areola and exactly the sort of nipples I like,
thick and prominent. On down along my torso is my tiny
waist and nice wide hips, perfect for having lots of
babies. Long, very shapely legs with well turned calves and
slim ankles. Turning sideways to check out my profile, I'm
even happier when I can see how far my boobs protrude from
my chest and the way my ass sticks out, too.
Well, as I'd thought, if I had to become a girl, why not
become the best looking one I could be, and I'm happy with
the result. I sure as hell won't go wanting for bed
partners, not looking like this!
Suddenly, the need to relieve what can only be a full
bladder drives me to the bathroom where I almost make a
mess, having momentarily forgotten I can no longer pee
standing up. Turning to face the wall instead of the john,
I sit down and wait for relief. But nothing happens and
then I realize I don't know how to let loose or which
muscles to use to do so. Finding the right ones soon
enough, I'm rewarded by the gushing flow that just spurts
out down and back between my legs to splash noisily into
the bowl beneath me.
After I've patted myself dry, I stand up and flush the
john, moving over in front of the sink to wash my face and
brush my teeth. Noticing what I think is called a
scrunchie, one of those elastic things girls use to put
their hair up in a pony tail, I do just that to keep mine
out of the way. Then I wash my face and pat it dry before
applying a moisturizing lotion to keep it soft and smooth.
Now to brush my teeth and I have to laugh aloud when I bend
over the sink and feel my big boobs swing away from my
chest to hang beneath me.
I also discover I stink! Must be due to having gone the
past 11 days without a bath. Looking around I find a shower
cap, one of those stretchy kind you just put on over your
head. After I have it on, I reach into the tub and start
the water, get it adjusted, then step into the tub and pull
the shower curtain closed.
Oh yes, this feels good. And that's not all... it's also
arousing and when I reach for the soap and start washing my
chest, I learn just how sensitive these new breasts of mine
really are... WOW! And even better is how it all feels when
I move lower, a lot lower... down to my crotch, or pubes as
I think this part is called on girls. Whoa... that must
have been my clitoris I just ran across. With my right hand
cupping my pubes, I slide one finger between my labia to
explore my insides... mmm, now that really feels good.
I'm not sure about the rest of it, but this body is sure
sensitive and seems to be very, very responsive. And when I
think about having sex, I'm really surprised to think about
it with me being underneath a man, rather than on top of a
woman. Even more surprising is that I find the image
appealing.
Back in the bedroom area, I look in the drawers and closet
to see if they've provided me wait anything to wear and
yes, they sure have. A fairly reasonable selection of
clothes and a nice variety of lingerie as well as about a
dozen pair of shoes which should be okay for now.
Choosing a pair of panties and a bra, I put them on first
before I look for what to wear over them, something simple,
like maybe a skirt and blouse. Hmm, from the looks of
what's here, I'm going to need a slip since none of these
skirts are lined. Maybe a camisole too, since my bra and
panties are pink and not plain white. Ooo, thigh high
stockings, perfect!
But let me put my face on before I get dressed, not much
but enough for day wear. A little eye color, some mascara,
blush and of course lipstick. Yeah, that should suffice.
There... much better.
Now to finish dressing and I'll be ready to go get
something to eat, I'm starving. Walking down the hall, my
high heels clicking noisily, I'm happy with how I've turned
out. The sound of my heels emphasizes my satisfaction even
though I've heard the same sounds many times before. Then I
was just cross-dressing and in disguise whereas now they're
for real, real shoes for a real girl... hot damn!
It's still hard to believe... me, a girl, with a baby maker
in my tummy. And there is the bounce and jiggle of real
boobs on my chest instead of the stick-on fakes I used to
wear, this feeling so very different and so much more
intense now with my real ones. And then of course, there is
the very obvious absence of anything between my legs.
12.
Well, today is going to prove to be very, very interesting
and more than a little bit scary. I'm to meet, together
with the other SRS recipients, the guys with whom we're to
sleep for the next couple of days. Yeah, you heard me,
we're meeting our sex instructors, the guys who are going
to pop our cherries and teach us how to fuck as girls. I
wonder how they're going to pair us off; will we have any
say with whom we sleep and have sex? Maybe they'll parade
them in front of us naked, and let us pick the guys out for
ourselves. Just the image of such a dick parade makes me
giggle. Even more surprising is the sudden amount of
moisture I feel increasing in my pussy as the image of a
line of stiff naked dicks stays in my mind. I guess the
sexual re-orientation really worked for me.
Arriving at the designated meeting room, I file in and find
a seat. As soon as it appears all the girls are here, a
lady stands up to begin the meeting.
"Good morning, ladies, welcome to your newfound womanhood.
I'm sure you're all well aware of the reason for this
meeting, to meet your first sexual partners. But first, let
me tell you something about the men you're about to meet.
Each of them is an accomplished, well-trained and highly
skilled sexual partner who is, of course, disease free as
are each of you. Their average age is 25; they all exhibit
remarkable stamina and are at least 7" is size. They are
fully fertile but keep in mind, your fertility and instinct
for motherhood have not yet been activated even though your
sexual drives are. So girls, before you all cream your
jeans now, let's bring the guys in so you can choose which
we'll do alphabetical order."
One at a time then the guys entered the room, forming a
line across one end and we got to pick in turn. I was
fourth and picked a really hot looking guy who had a body
I'm going to enjoy being next to. A bit later, when we
returned to my rooms, he opened the door for me and closed
it behind us. Then without further ado or the slightest
preamble, we got right to it when he reached out for me and
pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply and with lots of
passion almost before I was ready.
The next thing I knew he'd picked me up and was carrying me
into the bedroom where he put me down and proceeded to
undress me. He left my stockings on and said now it's my
turn to undress him and I damn near tore his clothes off.
I'm not sure what's come over me because I was never like
this when I was a man but now it's all I can do to keep
from raping this guy. They must have turned my sexual motor
to high, the way I'm feeling and acting. And when I pull
his underwear off, the sight of his big, hard dick is
almost more than I can stand and before I realize what I'm
doing, I have it deep inside my mouth, sucking on him for
all I'm worth. But he pulls me back up onto my feet before
pushing me down onto the bed where he joins me and kneels
between my already parted legs.
Oh God, there's a big hole inside of me and I need him to
fill it quick. So this is what it's like for a girl when
she's really worked up and about to get fucked?
"Oh please, just do it, just put it in me and fuck me." I
cry out in near desperation.
He does and after a quick sharp burst of intense pain that
had to have been the breaking of my cherry, he and I get it
on. I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him into me as
much as possible, his hard chest crushing against my tits,
flattening them between us as he thrusts and withdraws,
thrusts and withdraws, over and over again. There was no
foreplay, no seduction, and this isn't lovemaking, this is
just plain old out and out fucking. He came inside of me
and I came too, having the first real full-blown female
orgasm of my life.
As the day wore on, it's all we did together except when we
had to use the bathroom and when we broke to get something
to eat, then we went right back at it. He went down on me
several times, eating my pussy delightfully and I gave him
at least two good blowjobs, happily swallowing his cum
13.
I woke up the next morning with his dick still inside of me
and me wanting more. But I knew I had to pee first so I got
up and went to use the bathroom first. Then I woke him by
giving him a morning blowjob. It was so much fun to have
his beautiful cock come to life and harden with it already
inside my mouth. But instead of letting me finish him this
way, he makes me sit on his cock instead, riding him like a
cowgirl while he squeezes my tits and plays with my
nipples.
Then we do our morning things and I fix breakfast for us,
after which we have coffee and a cigarette before we start
fucking again, this time in the front room and using every
imaginable position. I can't help but wonder if I'm always
going to be so uncontrollably sexual or will it taper off?
As it stands right now, all he has to do is look at me and
I'm ready to do it again.
Later than afternoon he told me he wanted to shave my pussy
and I let him, finding the whole experience more sensual
than I would have ever imagined possible. After that, he
began to teach me about soft bondage and discipline and I
found out first hand just how erotic it is when I get
spanked. That evening he introduced me to some sex toys;
dildo's, nipple and pussy clamps and so on. It got so bad
that I was walking around the place in a constant state of
high arousal, ready at any time to get fucked again. That
night I went to sleep with a vibrating egg buried deep
inside of me, inserted right after he'd fucked me the last
time, I fell asleep to repeated orgasms.
The next couple of weeks went much the same but with
different partners, each of them teaching me something new
and exciting. Then my first period started and I was
shelved for the next 5 or 6 days. After it had ended, it
was three more weeks of hot, raging sex before I had my
drive turned down to medium with just a simple shot in the
butt. One more week of hot sex and then I had my period
again and it was while I was having it that they turned my
fertility on along with my desire to have kids.
When I was almost done with my period, we were all called
together again and I never before saw a room full of so
many young girls with such satisfied, well fucked looks on
their faces. Then the same woman who had first introduced
us to the men a couple of months ago stood up again.
"Well, ladies, you all look happy now," smiling as she said
it. A lot of heads nodded their agreement, mine included
and then she continued. "Now that you completed the
prescribed courses and are ready to resume your lives away
from here, there are some things you'll need to know. We
have ID bracelets here for each of you, designating you as
breeders, or fertile women. These you will wear at all
times, under penalty of the law. You will be required to
sleep with any man who asks you and who is of your own
race. If he is not, you may exercise your own option. You
may also refuse any man who is unclean. You each know when
your periods are due each month and if you are more than
five days late, you are required so see a doctor. If
pregnant, you may continue having sex for as long as you
like but only anally after your eighth month. When you have
delivered your child, you will nurse it for at least six
months after which it will be taken for adoption unless you
have married. Six months after you have delivered, you will
become actively available again, but not until. As some of
you may not be very good at math, this means we're hoping
for you to have four babies within approximately your first
five years."
They let us keep all the sex toys we'd used and even
provided a new carry-on bag since there were so many. When
they gave us our new ID's, I finally found out what my new
name is, Heather. How sweet and innocent it sounds and what
a false image of me it presents. Heather Baker sounds good
though; they've let me keep my old last name at least. It's
so strange though, in a way, to see the letter F on my
Driver's License instead of an M.
When it's time for us to leave, we undergo a repeat of the
process used when we were first brought here, knockout
shots. I woke up sometime later in the day it what I found
out was my old apartment, although it's been beautifully
redecorated since I saw it last. And when I wake up, it's
to find myself lying on a king-sized waterbed with silk
sheets beneath me.
By bags are still packed and standing just inside the
bedroom drawer so the first thing I do is undress down to
just my panties and start unpacking them. When I go to put
the first few things away, I'm surprised to find a lot more
lingerie already in my dresser drawers and then I also
discover a lot more clothes and shoes when I open the
closet. Going to use the bathroom, I find it's fully
stocked with all kinds of potions and lotions, big bottles
of bubble bath, bath oils, shampoos and moisturizers of all
kinds. Boy, they've really set this girl up big time.
But, before I take a bath, which I need desperately, I
think I'm going to have some fun with a few of my toys.
Pulling open the drawer where I'd put them all, I pick out
a small butt plug and a pair of nipple clamps, just a few
little things to wear while I fix something to eat. Taking
them back into the bathroom, I lube the butt plug up with
some K-Y jelly and gently push it into me butt before
pulling my panties back up. Then I play with my nipples to
get them all nice and hard so I can put the clamps on them.
There, all set; now to see what's here that I can fix to
eat.
As I eat the sandwich I made, I wonder why I ever had even
the slightest reservation about becoming a woman, being
female is so much more fun than being a guy ever was, at
least for me. What man do you know of who gets as big a
kick out of wearing clamps on his nipples as I do? What
man, other than maybe some homosexuals, so thoroughly loves
having a butt plug up her ass as me?
During the ensuing month, I was able to calm my wildness
down considerably as the newness of my feminine sexual
drive became more a natural part of my behavior and makeup.
On the other hand I nonetheless was able to have a lot of
sex as there was, I found, no lack of willing lovers to be
found if one was but willing to look for them. I know, of
course, as do all men, that women have a far easier time
getting laid when they want it than men do but the problem
we girls have is finding guys we want to sleep with. Then
again, while still not widely known, my baby-maker bracelet
and the obligation it carried with it to say yes almost
anytime I'm asked, helped a lot, too. But, in spite of all
the effort I put into it, my first fertile month came and
went without my having caught. I guess I'll have to work
harder next month.
I've returned to my old job with the agency, but still at a
desk in spite of my being fully qualified to work in the
field. Then again, I get to meet all manner of good-looking
men and maybe one of them will be the one to get me knocked
up. One thing's for sure, it's not going to be for lack of
trying if I don't catch this month. One factor I know
affects men who get to bed a baby-maker like me is that if
they do get me pregnant, they're under absolutely no
obligation as fathers since I have the kid put up for
adoption automatically after breastfeeding it for the first
six months unless, of course, I've gotten married.
Have you ever heard that some women just seem to know the
moment they've been impregnated? I never believed it, not
until the night and moment it happened to me. I'd met this
guy, a fellow Agent, after work for a drink and ended up
bringing him home with me for some sex. He was really hot
looking and I was in the mood to get laid since it had been
fours days since I got it last. To make a long story short
but without missing any of the really pertinent details, he
turned out to be one of the best pussy lickers I'd ever
been with and got me off three times in a row before he
fucked me the first time. But it wasn't until it was nearly
two AM and were going at it hot and heavy for the third
time when he came inside me again and all of a sudden I
know he'd done it. Don't ask me how, I don't know. All I
know it that I somehow knew he'd just knocked me up for
real. I was ecstatic but didn't let him know I knew he'd
done it to me, he might be one of those guys are just so
honor bound that he'd want to marry me because he felt it
was the right thing to do.
Five days after my period was due, I saw my OB/GYN and she
confirmed it, I'm going to have a baby! I notified the
people I was told to inform and then just went about my
business, working all the way up to the start of my eighth
month because I had gotten so big I just couldn't keep
working. I was awkward as all get out, so big I could
barely struggle up out of a chair without help but I
thoroughly loved and enjoyed my pregnancy. Even in the
early days of my pregnancy, I was a rare sight whenever I
was in the office or out in public, pregnant women just
hadn't been seen in so long.
All during my entire 9 months, I had so few problems
carrying my baby that it surprised even my doctor and in
spite of the 5 hour labor I went through, I popped that kid
out like she was my tenth and not my first. But when they
brought her in for me to feed the first time, well let me
tell you, I was never so happy as I was right then nor as
proud to have become a woman as that moment made me. To
look down at that tiny little baby I'd carried inside of me
for nine months and watch as she latched onto my breast
with that tiny little mouth of hers, well, words just can't
express how it made me feel.
After that, the first few months of night-time, around the
clock feedings kind of got me down but as she ate more
during the day and I was able to finally get her to sleep
through the night, those six months went by in no time.
Even though I knew all along I was going to give her up, it
still hurt but also made me more determined to go right out
and get pregnant all over again and as soon as possible.
Not only because I wanted to do this again, have another
baby, but also because I still love sex and can't wait to
get in bed with the first good-looking guy I like that I
come across.
This was my life for the next twenty years or so and
altogether I had 16 kids before I called it quits and had
them give a shot to turn my fertility back off. So at 38 I
was a mom 16 times over, still very attractive although
slightly worn and as addicted to sex as I'd always been. Do
I regret what I've been through? Not on your life!
Given the same chance all over again to do what I've done
after being turned into a girl, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Sure, I have a few stretch marks now, and my boobs droop
more than they used to but what the hell, I wouldn't trade
what I've done for all the tea in China.
Julianne
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