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My wife was seven months pregnant and I couldn't have been happier. Not
only did she have that glow that pregnant women are supposed to have,
but her breasts kept getting larger and her nipples were darkening.
There was only one problem. Unfortunately her sex drive was non-
existent. The only answer I got from her was that "You were getting it
daily when we were trying, and my hormones don't have me in the mood at
all." My daily (and sometimes hourly) begging didn't help. I was totally
cut off.
When this started, I was 28 and my wife was 24. We had been married for
three years. I had enough time to sow my wild oats and found a woman I
considered my equal partner. Too many relationships had one partner
dominating the other. We worked hard to love each other.
She went off every Saturday afternoon to a meeting of the LaitLeche
society. It was a support group for pregnant and nursing mothers. After
some discussion, she decided to discuss our lagging sex life at the
group. She came back with their suggestion.
"They have a new cream on the market to help mothers who can't nurse, or
for women who want to start nursing again. Sometimes the milk will stop
and the mothers want to keep the bond of nursing. One woman in my
LaitLeche group is still nursing her five year old. She says it gives
them time together. I've heard about it being used by husbands to give
them some idea of what the wives are going through. Even if it doesn't
work, it will make your nipples a lot more sensitive and I know you
won't object to that"
I agreed. Having my nipples sucked was my favorite part of foreplay.
There were pills to take for the first week and then the cream was
rubbed in twice a day for as long as we wanted the effect to last. The
warnings from the other wives said that it might decrease male potency
at first, but we heard that it was definitely only short term and
considering my wife's very pregnant state, we weren't worried.
I didn't know what to expect the cream to feel like. It was warm and I
could continue to feel it tingle for hours after I applied it. The first
day my nipples were like rocks all day. That night I stopped on the way
home to buy soft cotton undershirts. When I got home I couldn't wait to
get my shirt off. My wife couldn't take her eyes off of my chest.
Totally the opposite of the way things usually were when I couldn't take
my eyes off of her when she was topless. She was a lot more interested
in my body that night, and "helped" me rub the cream, but I still didn't
get any action. It didn't mind since rubbing the cream in was enough to
make my dick rock hard and just a quick stroke in the bathroom was all I
needed.
When we got to the next weekend it was a different story. My nipples
were already starting to look a little larger, and the redness was
because they were a darker color and not just because they were sore.
I've never been one of those guys who has a totally flat chest. Ever
since high school I've carried a few extra pounds around my middle and
some of it has always been up there. Not a lot, but enough that I've
always worn shirts a size too large. No matter how much I diet, it
wouldn't go away. Years ago I realized that the best way to hide it was
to work out regularly. Larger muscles kept it from being obvious. My
larger nipples didn't look totally out of place on my small man-tits.
I was glad to have the weekend to spend in the house with my shirt off.
It was winter, so I cranked the heat and hung out in my boxers. My wife
started giving me a look that I hadn't seen for a while.
"Let's rub the cream on again."
"I just put in on an hour ago."
?It'll be more fun doing it again with me."
That was all the persuasion I needed. She spent a lot of time fondling
my chest as she rubbed the cream in. For the first time in months she
didn't ignore my raging hard on. The blow job was the best she had ever
given to me, and in our dating days she had given me many.
That afternoon she went out to meet with her LaitLeche group. When she
came back she had more pills and more cream.
"I thought I only had to take the pills for a week."
"These should stabilize you where you are."
I joked "Am I unstable?"
"No, but since you're enjoying the sensitivity, I thought we'd see how
sensitive they can get."
We spent most of the weekend rubbing in the cream. It was a good thing
she'd bought more since she'd put on two weeks worth that weekend. We
only stopped because the heat in my nipples had grown to a point where
it was becoming uncomfortable.
We took it easy for the next couple of days. I was glad it was winter
and had an excuse to wear a sweater at the office. On Tuesday the heat
in my chest was back to the constant warmth and tingle that was more
comfortable. The next change was when I woke up on Thursday morning. It
was safe to describe my nipples as huge. I quickly dressed in the
morning and didn't show my wife until that night. She was home from work
earlier than me, which was unusual and started taking my shirt off the
moment I walked in the door. The new size of my nipples didn't shock her
at all.
"It's not like anyone is going to notice except for me, and all I want
to do with them is this." And she put one in her mouth and started to
suck. I was instantly hard. I couldn't believe how good her tongue felt
there. Almost better than the blowjob had felt the weekend before. Even
so, I was truly surprised when I came in my pants without her or me ever
even touching my dick.
We repeated the same routine Friday night. Saturday morning I woke up to
her already rubbing the cream on. We spent most of the morning in bed. I
had to be careful with her still expanding stomach, but the feel of her
warm naked body against mine kept me in bed long past when the heat in
my chest started to get uncomfortable again. She only left because of
her weekly LaitLeche meeting.
I can't say I was surprised when she returned with more pills. It did
surprise me that this week's batch was a different color. I took one
right away. At this point I was a willing participant in whatever
happened next, but I didn't want to ask the specifics. I got several
expectant looks. Particularly when I noticed that the cream in the new
tube was a lot thicker than the old ones. She knew I was willing to roll
the dice and see what happened next.
When I woke up on Sunday my entire chest was still warm from the new
cream. After a moments hesitation I realized how much this was turning
my wife on. We applied the cream so many times that my chest was burning
by Sunday night.
On Monday morning when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't deny that I
had breasts. The little not quite "a" cups I had my entire adult life
were now on their way to "b". It wasn't just because I hadn't been to
the gym since this started. When I had let my workouts lapse before they
had never grown this large. The hair on my chest was a lot thicker than
before I had started this treatment. It was time to ask my wife how long
these changes would go on for. The baby was still two months away, and I
thought she had timed my changes to happen gradually until she gave
birth!
I brought it up over breakfast. She wasn't surprised. "We talked about
your changes in my LaitLeche meeting on Saturday."
"Isn't that kind of a private subject to bring up?"
"They've been selling me the pills and cream, so they knew something was
happening. All of their husbands stabilized before this, and they were
surprised that you hadn't. The other husbands developed larger, more
sensitive nipples, until their wives gave birth, and then only some of
them started giving milk. Their breasts didn't grow until that point"
"Are you going to tell them about my sudden growth? Is it because we've
been using the cream more?"
"They had heard about things like this happening to husbands in other
groups. They're going to do make some calls this week."
"Why the change in pills?"
"They thought that by putting you on the antidote pills, but giving you
the final milking cream it would slow things down." She put her hand on
my breast and said "That doesn't seem to be happening."
Even though I was wearing heavy, baggy clothes, I still felt self
conscious at work that day. I barely left my cubical. That night my wife
said she had been in touch with the president of her local group.
"I'm not sure they're telling me everything, but they say to continue
with it if you're not feeling any pain."
I wasn't, but I did notice that I had stopped getting as many erections.
My wife saw this as a good sign. "Maybe it means that you're
stabilizing. This is supposed to have happened during the first week."
By the weekend I was a full ?b' cup. My wife promised more information
when she came home from her meeting that day. While she was gone I
examined the contours of my new chest. I had realized while showering
during the week that I could now pass "the pencil test", but putting my
hands underneath them still felt like a new experience.
She returned hours later than normal.
"They say it's a rare case, but that it's happened before and we should
enjoy it. It's nothing that can't be reversed."
"You know I was up for this, but this is a little weird. How can I hide
it?"
"I stopped at the mall and got you a sports bra. It'll be hidden under
your winter clothes, and help to keep your breasts flatter against your
chest."
My breast had a definite teardrop shape against the t-shirt I was
wearing around the house that day. I tried on the bra and it helped, but
it was weird looking down at my cleavage.
The next week I continued to change. My bra was too tight to wear by
Tuesday, and by Friday the "c' cup we bought midweek to replace it was
tight. I was wearing padding around my middle to make it look like I had
gained weight, but I was afraid that I wasn't fooling anyone. Before she
went to her weekly meeting, we agreed that I would take time off of
work. It was the holidays and no one would be suspicious of an extra
week at this time of year.
My growing breasts were the biggest change, and I hadn't realized how
many other changes there were until we wrote down a list for her to ask
about at the meeting. I had lost weight and muscle tone. My slim build
had gone from lean to soft, even curvy. My body hair was almost gone.
One of the most subtle changes was too my skin. It was not only softer,
but now almost free of blemishes. It made me look even younger than my
wife did. We both knew what we were doing, but neither of us could deny
how feminine I had become.
She said "I didn't realize the changes would be this dramatic. I just
wanted to soften you a little so you wouldn't be all over me for sex all
the time. There's a big difference between stopping an erection and
looking like a woman. You're breasts are bigger than mine."
"I think this has gone far enough. I want to go back while I can."
"I agree, and I'll see what they have to say for themselves in the
meeting."
While she was gone I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Now
that I had a day to walk around in non-bulky clothes I could see the
changes. I had to admit that I was curious what I would look like if I
went all the way. My height and bone structure hadn't changed, but my
build had enough that I could fit into most of my wife's things (even
her bras).
I started by changing my plain sports bras for one of her frilly ones. I
hadn't realized how limp my penis was until I was able to tuck it all
the way in and wear a pair of her panties. I looked in the mirror and
saw a slightly butch looking woman staring back, but definitely a woman.
It scared and excited me at the same time. Definitely more excited than
scared since I started rubbing myself through the panties. It felt great
but my penis didn't get totally hard. The best I got was a chubby. My
nipples were the opposite story. They were fully extended. I loved the
look of my tits in this bra. Like most males cleavage caught my eye, but
I would take a quick glance and then look away before I was noticed.
When it was my own, I could look all I wanted. It was still new to me
and the ample mounds in their silk hold looked beautiful.
I did this for longer than I thought since I was still doing it when my
wife came home. I felt my face flush as she looked me up and down.
"Sit down. We have to talk."
"Let me get changed."
"No, we need to talk right now. Just put my robe on."
Her silk robe did nothing to hide the illusion.
"I learned today that LaitLeche society is more feminist than I thought.
I've heard some of the rhetoric, but that's all I thought it was. ?How
to control men and make them understand you.' Now I know what they
mean."
"What happened to you was no accident. I didn't mean for it to happen
but they did. Most men are just feminized a little and help with the
breast feeding of the child. A rare case like yours causes much more in
the way of changes. They say that it's too much of a shock to your
system to stop now, but if you don't the changes will continue."
"And I'll be fully feminine."
"Down to the chromosomal level."
She let this sink in for a minute.
"There's no going fully back either. A normal case can be reversed, but
you'll require breast reduction surgery, and hormone treatments to be
male again. Even with all that we'll never be able to have another
child."
"What if I become fully female?"
"They'll relocate us and help us get a new life. They don't feel guilty
about this, but they accept that they did it to you"
I thought in silence for a few minutes.
"I need to see what it's like before I make the decision. Let's go out."
I could tell that I had caught her off guard. "What?"
"Let's get dressed and go out. I want to see how people react to me like
this."
She helped me with my makeup, and I picked out a pants outfit (I wasn't
mentally ready for a dress yet) and we drove about an hour. Far enough
away that no one we knew would run into us.
There were a lot of things I had to get used to that night. Letting
someone hold the door for me. The looks in my direction. An average
looking man is invisible, but a woman displaying cleavage was not. The
ladies room. Overall, in our society men and women aren't treated that
differently.
At the end of the evening I had only one question for her. "How do you
feel about this?"
"I love you for who you are. I feel guilty about getting you into this.
Whatever you want is fine with me."
"Can you love me as a woman?"
"I can love you as the partner you've always been to me."
The next week I went with her to the LaitLeche society. They grilled me
for an hour, which surprised me since there was really no way of going
back. The final step needed to be accomplished under a doctor's care
because of complications with the internal changes. They would pay to
have me placed under the care, and moved to a new location when it was
done.
I remember going to the private clinic, but the next week is a blur of
medication and pain. My penis shrank, my testicles receded, and the sack
pulled inside and formed a vagina. A plastic surgeon put a couple of
"finishing touches" on my face. Some laser hair removal for my remaining
body hair. I had them make me bare down there as long as it was on their
dime. Even as a man I had never liked it hairy there. They had been
through this before. I questioned the doctor who oversaw the treatment
about it.
"It happens to someone around the country about once a month. I worked
on the team that developed the treatment and this is the field testing.
It's supposed to be voluntary."
I confirmed that I agreed to try it with my wife.
"The unexpected results, like yours, are why we haven't gone public.
Most men don't want to admit their interests in trying this publicly,
but they're willing to do it privately. It was a quirk in your genetics
that caused this to happen. You came out looking a lot more feminine
than most. Most of our patients are going through the surgeries and
treatments to restore their maleness."
I wasn't sure what would happen between us when I got out. The society
was still setting up the move so we went to the islands for a week. At
first we were like roommates, but it didn't take long to remember that
we loved each other. Even without a penis to put inside my wife, I still
enjoyed the touch of our skin when we were naked together.
It was a good place to spend a week. Nothing like a week in a bikini to
remind you that you've changed sexes. Especially the way that I filled
out the top. I didn't do too bad a job of the bottom either. I still did
a double take in the mornings, especially when I saw the tan lines in
the mirror. White and then brown around my still dark nipples. My new
vagina stayed sore for days because I kept exploring the new feelings
down there. I liked making myself wet.
The day before we were going to leave we were lounging by the pool in
our bathing suits. I confessed what had been on my mind all week.
"We're about to start a new life together. It's different than our
previous life together, but I was never single before this life. I've
never been unfaithful to you, and I never will be again but I want to
have a one night stand before we leave. I want to know what it feels
like to have sex with a man."
She didn't look shocked. She just kept looking ahead.
"Go ahead, but be back by tomorrow morning and I don't ever want to hear
the details."
I went back to the cabin and got ready for a night out. Finally I was
ready to wear a dress. I went to the nightclub, and it didn't take long
for a man to buy me a drink. Not with the kind of cleavage I was
showing! One thing led to another and I was back in his cabin.
The whole thing felt strange. His large hands on my breasts, his rough
face kissing mine. He was surprised that I wanted to leave the lights
on, but I wanted to see what was going on. I was disappointed when he
took his pants off. My wife always said I had a great looking dick. Now
I knew what she meant. At least his was a decent size, thicker but not
as long as mine was. Sometimes I still miss having one.
I always enjoyed having my wife on top, but having a man on top felt
like a strange position. At first his penis inside me hurt, but after a
while it started to feel good. Just when I was starting to feel
something he came. Another new sensation. He rolled off of me and I
left. Fast.
When I got back to the cabin all I said to my wife was "I won't be doing
that again. Ever." I was glad to get off that island the next morning.
A month later my wife finally gave birth to a healthy son. We were a
little confused why I didn't start giving milk when she did. After all,
that was supposed to be behind all of these changes. A quick trip to the
doctor confirmed what I was afraid of: It was my turn to be pregnant.
It all worked out since we had always wanted two kids anyway. Besides it
was not something either of us wanted to go through more than once.
Three years later we are both happy. My new job is more fulfilling than
my old one. Neither of us is active in the society, but they keep tabs
on us and are happy we are still breast feeding the kids which is all
the ever mattered to them.
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