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Veteran's benefits By Bojok71 Authors notes: well, I'll start be saying that I've had this idea for a long time. However, world politics being what it is, I never brought this idea into the world. Alias, not even new elections and governments-in all the major countries involved have changed anything! As well, I've seen other writers attempt this sort of story: it seems to work for them. This story uses several different tellers (First and third person) and different settings. Stops and starts are clearly marked. The ending of part a here was simply chosen due to story length-it has no meaning, and is not chapter based. Part B will both finish and conclude the story. Story notes: this story evolves some aspects of Stepford as a story setting. We are briefly introduced to Stepford labs as a company and shown how husbands are chosen (to correct the wide spread view that they simply pay). The use of the fact that "someone knows their secrets!" is explained by simply looking at WHO knows: in this case a high ranking general with massive intelligence holdings. Chances are good that in any "universe" someone outside knows. And the biggest, strongest someone is government and its staff! Now, what they do (or can do, or can be influenced to do, or in this case ask to do) makes for interesting writing! Thus the cannon concept is protected. I'm simply expanding the scope of an area. In keeping with this, two old Stepford characters appear: Mark Jennings, the original Stepford husband. The only change with him was been some at work promotions (Now executive VP) I feel that, in the eleven years since his last story, that would be possible. The other character is VI's Doug Turnbull, again the story allows for his positive use. Again I offer full credit and acknowledgment to both Sarah Brandt and VI for this excellent storyline. I offer that NOT ONE negative change has been made in this "Universe expansion"! Legal notice: DO NOT COPY, RE-POST, HARD COPY, OR SAVE TO ANY ELECTRONIC OR OPTICAL MEDIUM THIS STORY! All characters, names, settings, and events are fictional and any similarity to any person or place, alive or dead, is coincidence. I reserve all rights to this story, and the publishing of this story on the internet does not remove/transfer/release any of those rights. This story features graphic sex acts, non consensual acts, and adult themes. IF OFFENDED BY THESE THINGS, DO NOT READ! First scene: the office of Mark Jennings, executive VP of Stepford Labs. He is in discussion with major-general Wolfeville, from the army. Story is in third person. The general looked out the window and asked, "So, can you help us? Please think this over carefully-we really need this service!" Mark grinned, and replied, "Of course we can-but I warn you: we will only use men that meet our standards in every way. As well, we can only handle a small number of people. And the privacy and completeness of our process must be respected." The general frowned and said, "Yes, of course. We are grateful that you people have even talked to us about this..." At that, Mark interrupted, "To be very frank, Sir, we are very uneasy with this. We generally allow a man to pick his choice of mate from several different individuals. And we have strict criteria for who we use to produce new wives', as well as stricter criteria for the man who makes that choice. How do you hope possibly hope to meet those standards? Yes, it's true that we can, and do, mind condition our new creations, but we've never used the probe at full power! We may produce a vegetable! And the mind programming tape set that you propose has only been used once, and even then only in the production of human-canines: that lab closed over a decade ago. How do you propose that we do this?" After hearing this, the general opened his briefcase and handed Mark a thick file, stamped "top secret". He then offered, "We have successfully developed the mind programming tape machine to work on humans. It has found a lot of use in our prisoner reprogramming, interrogation programs, and spy placement schemes. Just read this file, and we will make a machine available to your company. We will provide you with both the tapes and details of the individual's new identity. As for the checks and balances, we understand and will comply fully! And, if you can help out just two poor veterans a year, the country will be forever grateful!" Mark thought for a moment, and then said, "What about the DNA? Are your people going to supply samples, or is the persons own DNA recoded OK?" The general then shook his head, "You can use the individuals' own DNA. We only want the brain re-programmed: not build a whole new person!" By that time, mark was reading the file. As he read, he issued a threat:" Just remember this, general. We supply your people with all kinds of vaccines and drugs. We employ a lot of people in this country. If you double cross or even think of exposing this operation, we will end all of that work. You will be left high and dry. As will, all our records-and they are very brief-have been micro dotted. They are now the size of a pin, and easily movable. To protect all our clients and their families, if needed, we will blank all our hard drives, then re-boot in a foreign country. And I'm being very serious here! Do you understand?!" The general then made eye contact with Mark, and chuckled. He spoke, "Now, Mr. Jennings, don't worry! Just trust me, please. I know what your company supplies, and I value it. I simply want to use one of your programs. By the way, we can pay you triple what the average Joe pays. We will play by your rules." Mark reluctantly agreed. The two men agreed to more talks the next day. After, the general left, Mark read the notes in the file before locking it in his safe. He called Elise, his wife, to check on his dinner. Everything was well. He locked up and headed home. The next day, Mark again met the general. At this meeting, Mark was provided with information concerning the first two people for this new program. He agreed to take the new husbands' file to the selection and planning group that afternoon. Marks' head was now moving quickly-the idea seemed good and offered Stepford Labs a new opportunity. At the selection group, Mark explained the new plan to the small group of men at the table. They where slightly less then enthusiastic, but after hearing that they where both still in control, and being provided with some new technology, they calmed down. The dossier concerning the first husband candidate was impressive. Mark commented that he would be an excellent candidate regardless. His name was Brain crondon, and he was 35 years old. He had served in the navy between his 18th and 32nd birthdays, and had been honorably discharged with the rank of commander. He had easily found a good job as a high level manager at a large, very profitable shipyard. His income, at 1.2 million a year meant that he had past the salary level requirement. One of the men at the table asked, "So, if this gentleman doesn't know he is in our program, how do we get him here for the personal interview? Who will do that part?" Mark grinned and offered, "Actually, I've already taken care of that. Remember he's a shipyard manager. I phoned Doug Turnbull today at lunch, and by good coincidence, he knows Crondon already. As Doug designs Oil rigs, and demand for new rigs is now very high after Katrina, so Doug needs new shipyard space. And our new friend Brain has some empty space. So Doug is bringing our new friend here for business talks, and will provide the personal evaluation. By the way, I only told Doug the bare minimum of information. He thinks this is simply a regular evaluation of a slightly nervous and very private potential client who is just thinking of using our services. And as we never tell clients about the personal evaluation anyway, nor the fact that their here being evaluated, all the pieces fit together nicely." The man then spoke again, "My next issue is simple-how in the name of Pete are we going to convince this gentleman to do this? Are we going to come clean, or has he already been briefed on this?" At that Mark burst out laughing, "No, he doesn't know! And no, we are not going to tell him! We are going to use our new technology to solve all our problems!" That cryptic remark silenced the small group. It was agreed to hear Doug's evaluation first before going on. Two weeks later, Doug reported back. He was very excited, and definitely would recommend Brain. Doug spoke in an excited tone:" He wants sons to take duck hunting in the fall, and he wants daughters to read to every night. He fondly remembers his own mother was a good housewife and friend. He confided that he is depressed because he cannot find a woman to be like that. He is also having problems finding a woman with a high sex drive! I think he's one of the best candidates we could have!" Doug then chuckled, and finished with, "You should have seen his eyes bulge when he saw my wife! I think he'll do just fine!" The group learned that Brain was coming back for extra talks with Doug in three weeks. Mark spoke, "So I think we are a go! As for the wife material, I have a meeting soon with the dear general to plan for that guy." At that, the group reviewed another file, and then broke up. Mark thought to himself, "I'm happy with this guy-but I wonder about the wife. We will see." Start chapter II Story now shifts into first person. It's a self report on the man headed for "the other side" My counselor asked me to write this out, so I will. It's my life story, and I need it as a requirement for a new mental health program. So here it goes... I was born an average male, named, Andrew Zoey and I'm 27 years old. I played baseball and ran track in school. I was a straight C student. I had planned to go work for my father after high school, but then the disaster happened. I call it the day the devil came to earth: 9/11. I was sickened by what I saw on TV-the planes crashing, the towers falling, and the destruction. The day after the attacks, I headed straight for the army recruiters' office. I wanted to do the honorable thing and go fight. In a rush, I joined the infantry. That was my first mistake. After very hard training, I passed basic. Then after harder and slightly abusive training, I passed advanced infantry training. I was then assigned to a unit far from my parents and family. I went on to serve in Afghanistan, Kosovo, and Iraq. I saw massive human tragedy. I took part in human suffering. I committed murder and abuse in the name of self-defense and fighting terrorism. I soon learned that fighting terrorism crates terrorists, at least in the other sides' eyes. I lost some good friends, saw children die, and watched corrupt hordes destroy countries. Around that time I joined a Special Forces unit. That training destroys your soul and mind. I basically became a killing machine! At that time my parents died: I couldn't attend their funerals and that hurt a lot. Then I was wounded in an ambush, pronounced unfit for service, and discharged. At that I had a complete breakdown. I began to have massive nightmares and flashbacks. I basically stopped functioning! After getting really sick, I was placed in a mental hospital. That place was horrible! They told me I was crazy and placed me on a number of different prescriptions-they had severe side effects, and those side effects required more prescriptions. After two weeks in the hospital, I was discharged. A social worker found me a small, dirty, cockroach-infested room in a boarding house for mental patients. I became very depressed and down. As well the physical pain from my arm, which had never been properly treated, was getting worse! I worry about becoming addicted to the pain killers that they give me. All I can say is: this is some life. Some days I want to die. I have also had flashbacks in public and some people think that I'm dangerous. I want help but I don't think they can give it to me. Today, I was told about a new experimental treatment that the developer wants to test. A nurse at the hospital (I go to a day program for mentally ill people every day, and physical therapy twice a week) asked me if I'd like to go and be a guinea pig. I say, "why not?" I have no life anyway. It may sound bizarre, but I think sometimes that dieing on their table may not be such a bad thing. What they may learn may help innocent people. I have nothing to lose, so I'm going. As well, this new town has a major drug producer, who is testing new mental health programs. Both of these activities take place in a small town called stepford. I hope I can go. We shall see. I just learned from my counselor that I am going to stepford. I want to be happy, but I can't remember how. I do hope this works out! Chapter III We now return to stepford, and third person. Doug Turnbull smiled happily at his returning guest. He and Brain had lunch, and finalized some contracts. As he dropped Brain off at the Men's club, he remarked, "We are both going to get very rich-in more ways then money!" Brain grinned at that. As he checked into the massive hotel side of the structure, the clerk commented, "Sir, we have a special room for you! It has a giant screen TV that's brand new! The only thing we ask is that you bring no guests into this room-normally the big TV is extra!" Brain agreed to that quickly, as he had no people there. He went to his room, marveled at the TV, and then went to dinner. Upon his return, he turned on the TV. As he sat down in the chair in front of the TV, he was hit with a wave of color. He couldn't look away. Soon, he was aware of nothing but the images and colors on the screen. He didn't even see a stranger enter the room through a hidden door. This stranger was wearing very dark special glasses that prevented the images from affecting him. He placed small, special earphones on Brain (to channel an audio signal), and special magnifying glasses over Brain's eyes (to enhance to effect of some parts of the image). Basically, Brain was receiving a bit of re-programming. The only new concept that was being implanted was the idea of a missing high school friend. That person had been a male, who had done a lot for Brain. The new program went on to make Brain believe that his old friend was in very serious trouble. Then, the new program convinced Brain that he had had sexual feelings for his friend, and that he had found and contacted Stepford labs looking for a solution to all these worries. And that Stepford had agreed to somehow make his old friend into a wife-a wife pregnant with his baby. Brain would awaken in a day with these new memories, and instructions for how to act on his supposed plan for them. Thus, Brain would marry a Stepford creation. However, he would never know that persons' true past. He would never doubt these new memories. He would, however, prevent so many problems for someone else, and make that person very happy. That person, by the way, was named Andrew Zoey. Some things where better left the same. Some twenty hours later, the stranger again slipped into the room, and removed the earphones and glasses. Brian was so exhausted that he was basically asleep. About an hour later, the program ended, and Brain awoke. He was confused by the time loss, but figured it was just tiredness. After he awoke, he phoned the lab, and set up a time for an examination and semen sample. He never questioned why-he was now a client. After two days, and providing some samples, he returned to his home, with instructions to return in three weeks. We left thinking, "I need to buy and furnish a big new house. I need to take stock. I am going to become a daddy! I need to buy a ring!" everything was moving right along! Andrew, however, had just arrived in Stepford. After a physical at the lab, he was picked up by Doug Turnbull. Doug had instructions to take care of Andrew until his procedure, and had been informed that Andrew had some other problems. Doug did his best to provide a good, comfortable home for Andrew. After three days of rest, Doug took Andrew to the lab for some tests. As soon as they arrived, Andrew asked for, and got, strong coffee. Soon Andrew was feeling weak and spacey. "What's...What's...What's happening? To me?" we asked. He didn't react as two men, took him to a small room, a strapped him to a table. A large TV, located directly in front of Andrew was turned on. Once again a blast of colors and images. Once again the ear phones and special glasses where placed on the man's face. Andrew, however, needed over 10 days of programming-he was given a whole new set of memories. Everything bad-the army, the destruction, where blotted out. A new identity, one of an English student who had come to Stepford for a book launch, where inserted into Andrews' brain. As well, vague memories of Brian as an old classmate, and of being kidnapped, where inserted in to Andrews' brain. After a week of reprogramming, the brain map chart showed all the new programming had taken hold. Andrew, still unconscious, was then wheeled to surgery. A standard Stepford labs operation was done. However, an issue came up. One was that Brian had been shown a dark, olive skinned woman. That would be taken care of after the surgery. Chapter IV Now, we get to the stepford story. It goes into first person, told by Abigail, who was Andrew. Brian stays the same, and everything settles down. Remember, people now believe what they've been programmed too, not the total truth! I awoke feeling very scared! I was strapped naked on a lab table. I was shocked to see a bandage on my abdomen. What was going on? How and why did this happen? My memory slowly started to return: yes I could remember coming to stepford for a book launch that I had been invited to. I remember being chloroformed on evening at the men's club. My thinking was soon interrupted by the entrance of a mal and a woman, both in surgical clothes, into my room. The man held up a large syringe filled with slightly blown fluid. I was horrified as he injected the contents into my abdomen. The next minute I was in horrible pain-it felt as if my guts where moving around in side me. As well, my crotch was on fire! I screamed in pain! My muscles ached, and seemed to shrink! Then my skin hurt like hell! I wanted to die, but after several minutes the pain ended. I opened my eyes and looked down-I was in total shock as I noticed I now had grown small breasts! As well, my waist felt funny. But the biggest change was my skin-it was now olive color, and I noticed that my blond hair had fallen out. However, I already had very dark hair growing out! I looked Italian or Greek! Then the biggest surprise was reveled to me as the man donned a surgical glove, and then gave me a VIGINAL exam. I no longer had a dick or balls. A finger probed by new plumbing fully before withdrawing. I was in tears! I screamed, "What is going on here?", but my new higher, softer voice was a shock! The man spoke, "As usual, she is in perfect shape-a complete woman! As well, that new skin tone overwrite formula is a wonderful new addition. It used to take several months to change a brides' skin tone or color- this new formula works almost instantly! **Now take her to the club, and start her on her training. She marries her old friend Brain in a few weeks, and then it's off to housewife Dom! I'll leave it to you, Mrs. Jeffery, to tell her about her bundle of joy! Now I'm off to the club!" I stumbled to find words:" What did he mean a bundle of joy?" I stammered. She smiled and replied, "You are pregnant! Congratulations! Now we are going to train you to be a good housewife for Brain. You do remember your old school friend Brain, don't you?" While I did remember Brain, I was sick to my stomach at the thought of being a wife. No make that a pregnant wife! What was I to do? My fear must have shown on my face because the woman hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "It's OK! You'll adapt! Now think of the good side- you now have a super husband and friend, and a baby coming! God bless you!" At that I was taken to the ladies' side of club. I was given some new clothes, and a room. I collapsed on the bed-I was very tired. I also needed time to adjust to losing 5 inches of height, but feeling heavier. My new hair was growing before my eyes-in a few hours I had gone from being bald to having a head full of short, dark hair. The next day, I was given a schedule of classes that I had to attend. I was soon engaged in learning to cook, bake, knit and keep house. The ladies of Stepford opened their homes to me, and a few other girls, as classrooms. I was soon so totally immersed in my training that I started to forget that I was ever a man! I really started to enjoy my new life. Then, Brian came to visit-he gave me my engagement ring. It was made of platinum, and had a large diamond, set with small diamonds. He told me, "This ring is half of the finished ring-your wedding band will form the other half of the ring-the two parts interlock. I really love you! I've wanted this for a long time!" At that he kissed me, told me not to worry about a thing, and to work on taking good care of myself and to work hard in my training! My training was going smoothly, and I started enjoying it. My body as well was changing: my hair had really started to lengthen; my bottom and breasts had filled out. As well, my face was rounder and softer, and my feet and hands had shrunk. I was starting to become a good looking young woman! **compare to "Stepford wives: brown sugar" by Sarah Barndt, on this site By that time, my training was advancing into very feminine areas-hygiene, sex instruction (very complete and graphic, but educational and somehow reassuring), and the dynamics of men and women. I was also impressed with my new role models-all where good housewives and mothers. I wanted to be as good as them! Then, after graduating training, I was married to Brian in a small ceremony in town. I had been briefed on him, his likes, and his career. I decided to be a good wife to this man, and stand by him until the end. As I walked down the isle, I realized just how good looking and rugged he was. It was a very happy day for me. After the wedding I was provided with new ID- I was now Mrs. Abigail Crondon. Or more properly, Mrs. Brian Crondon! I was now a wife. After leaving stepford, we flew to a tropical island for a honeymoon! While the island was beautiful, I worried about, well, the act. And I would soon face my fear! As soon as we entered our rented cabin, Brian went to the toilet. He emerged stark naked! My eyes focused on his massive dick: he was huge! He started to undress me and kiss me. Soon he had me on his lap, naked as well, as he played with my tits and nipples. I was getting exited and wet. I reached down at started to gently stroke his cock. Soon he was fully erect, and forced me down on the bed. He was kissing me and saying, "Oh my god, I love you! I both love and want you! YES!" I felt his massive cock against my cunt lips, and then he pressed it home. I felt a little bit of pain as he entered, but soon, I was riding on a cloud! I felt my pleasure building with each stroke, and after several minutes, my body spasmed and my mind was filled with very strong intense feelings. I was having my first orgasm! After he came with a massive grunt, I moaned with pleasure! After I went to the toilet and cleaned myself, I returned to find him lying on the bed. I started to stroke and use my small hands to pump his cock. Soon I felt him getting hard again. We fucked, and I orgasmed, a second time. After two and a half weeks of sex, we returned to our new home. It was a large modern house on a large wooded lot set back from the road a far ways. Brian had already had the place professional decorated and furnished, so we simply had to move in. I loved the large new house, with its modern kitchen, central vacuum and private backyard. All seemed very well. The first day we lived in the house was wonderful-we fucked four times that day, in several of the houses' rooms. After a week, however, he had to return to work. I was scared of being left alone, but put on a brave face. As he drove off, I felt very alone, and I cried. After about an hour of crying and moping, I started to pull myself together. I thought to myself, "He has to go to work. I will see him later today". I puttered around the house and yard, taking my time over this. Soon it was time to start supper, "What to cook?" I asked myself. I made homemade pizza, ceaser salad, and baked a carrot cake. Brian came home to find his hot dinner on the table. When I asked him why he was slightly late, he smiled and said, "I picked up these". He handed me a big bunch of fresh flowers. I hugged him and started to weep-I felt so very special. We ate dinner, and then I cleaned up while he went to his home office and did a little work. Later that evening, as we where watching television in our basement rumpus room, I started to cuddle up against his side. He responded by patting my butt and rubbing my back. Soon we where kissing and holding each other. Then Brian shoved his hands down the backside of my pants and started messaging my butt. I responded by pulling his zipper down and messaging his cock, that quickly stiffened! He moaned, "Oh sweetie! Oh god!" and pulled my pants down. He then started to message my pussy, as I was still playing with his cock. As soon as I was dripping wet, though, he grabbed me, and using his great strength, simultaneously ripped my pants off, and stood up. He quickly shimmied out of his own pants and under shorts, and then literally ripped my top off. I gasped. However, he then gently played with my nipples, bringing them to tense little peaks. His changes, between masculine strength and manly sweetness, really had my juices flowing. He then gently but firmly placed me on the sofa, and spread my legs. He entered me with one firm thrust and a grunt. He then began to move his hips in a figure eight action. My mind had by that time, become a blur. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, and soon, I could hear myself groaning. I started to cum, and had an intense orgasm. Brian, however, was not yet finished-he just kept pumping his cock in and out, in and out. He was also kissing me, and talking gibberish, "Oh lord, oh fuck OH FUCK!! Please! This is so...fucking beautiful! I'm... Cumming!!" At that, he flooded my cunt with his thick, warm sperm. I also orgasmed a second time. As we came down from the sexual high, he held me tightly and very close. He whispered in my ear, "Honey, I love you. I want you to feel good! Did that make you feel good?" I could only grunt out, "Yes, honey, that was so very special. I love you!" After a few minutes, he stood up, turned off the television, and all the lights. He lifted me up and threw me over his huge, burly shoulder. He carried me up the stairs to our bedroom, where he gently laid me on the bed. He then entered the bed beside me, and we went to sleep. I awoke early the next morning. I quietly left the bed, and went to the bathroom. When I returned to bed, Brian had rolled on his back, and sticking straight up was his cock-as strong as a steel rod! I thought to myself, "When he wakes up, I'll have to find out what he was dreaming about!" I very gently squeezed his cock, and kissed the tip. He groaned in his sleep. I then licked the tip, and ran my tongue over it. I then heard his voice, "Please suck it-make it nice and wet-you know how!" At that, I took his large cock into my mouth. I started to suck and lick his massive dick. Brian really seemed to like it-he was moaning and groaning. After a few minutes of this, his orgasm erupted into my mouth. I pulled back until only the tip was in my mouth and a swallowed the whole thing. I then licked his shaft and glands clean. He then arose from the bed and went to the toilet. When he returned, he said, "that was beautiful. Thank you. Now to please you, honey!" He started kissing me, and then he rolled me over onto a pillow. He placed his wet, soft cock between the cheeks of my ass, used his hands to pull my cheeks around his cock, and then he started to pump. I shuttered as I felt his cock start to grow and harden. Then he pulled out from between my ass cheeks and started rubbing the head of his cock against my cunt lips. He also used his free hands' fingers to both penetrate my pussy and play with my clitoris-it was beautiful. I begged him, "Honey, please fuck me! I need it bad! FUCK!" At that, he laughed and penetrated me. Soon, I was flying toward orgasm, and loving it! In a few minutes, I came in a very large orgasm. But again, he just kept going! And again, I orgasmed a second time! By then, it was close to morning. Brian kissed and hugged me, then went and showered. I grabbed a thin baby doll nightie from my drawer, and put it on. I then went to another bathroom on the lower level of the house, used the toilet, and cleaned myself. I then went and sat in the living room, and watched the sky lighten. Brian soon appeared, fully dressed. I fed him some breakfast, and walked him to the door. He kissed me on the lips, and told me to cook steak for dinner. He offered me some advice, "you now honey, I did find your ass a little small-and you are pregnant, remember? So could you please eat a little more, and gain some weight? For me, please?" I replied, "I'll try- but you don't want me to get fat, do you?" He then spoke, "I actually like plump woman! And don't you think for one minute that your size means anything to me! I want a big, healthy baby and a big, healthy pregnant wife! Think about that!" At that, he got in his car and left. I re- entered the house as he left. As I puttered in the kitchen, cooking eggs and sausage for a sandwich, I realized how complete I was! As I sat to eat, it hit me-I had sucked a mans' penis! But then I thought, that man is my husband-and I want him to be happy! And boy, did I make him happy! After I cleaned the kitchen, and dressed myself in a soft yellow track suit and sneakers, I went for a walk, just to explore the area. But as a walked, I noticed a large cargo van that had been parked near my driveway start driving slowly down the street. It stopped just down from me. I was a little afraid-what did they want? As I approached, I realized that the van in fact belonged to the cable company. But no one got out. As I passed the van, I thought to myself, "Am I crazy, or are they looking at me?" I glanced back, and yes, one of them was looking at me. I hurried down a side street, and the van left. I hurried home, and locked the door. After I calmed down, I thought what a fool I was. They where just cable guys. Probably just looking for an address or something. I giggled it off, then went and showered. I dressed in a good pant and blouse set, grabbed a key from Brian's dresser top, and headed out. I felt strange as I drove the small, sporty sedan to the grocery store. It didn't feel right. As I thought I realized that I needed a minivan or a large SUV. But would Brian actually buy one? I'd have to wait and see on that one! I got all the things I needed at the store, and then headed to the nearby mall. I looked around, examined some maternity clothes in a shop, bought one top there, and then made an appointment with an expensive, high end salon (Brian was a top level manager, after all)! After eating a large meatball sub sandwich for lunch, I left the mall. I then headed out to drive home. As I drove home, I noticed that cable van again. I figured, "They must be changing wiring or something." However, it seemed odd that the driver followed me almost all the way home! As soon as I entered the house and locked the door behind me, I put the steak in marinade. I still had a couple of hours before Brian showed up, and I headed for the guest bedroom, stopping on my way there to grab some pillows from my linen closet. I then entered the room, put on the maternity top, and proceeded to use the pillows to fill it out! As I looked in the full length mirror in that room (the mirror, and the privacy, are the two reasons I used the guest room instead of my bedroom), I realized that I wanted to really look like that-to have a big round belly and large breasts! I also practiced rubbing my new "belly"- the only problem was not being able to feel it! After playing for a about an hour, I went and changed into my usual clothes. I hid the top in my underwear drawer. Then I went and cooked dinner. Brian returned home right on time. After he came through the door, he hugged and kissed me. He handed me two wrapped packages: one contained expensive chocolate covered cherries and the other, a gold bracelet. He said, "I went shopping on my lunch hour. As all I could think about was you, I bought you some gifts. I hope you like them." I then started to weep. I hugged my man very tightly, and whispered in his ear, "I don't just like them. I adore them! And I love you. Oh, thank you!" I kissed him on the lips. He then smiled down at me and commented, "Something smells very good!" I had forgotten, but dinner was cooked and ready! I said, "Oh, yes! Dinner is ready-we can sit and eat!" I giggled, and he smiled. We then sat down and ate dinner. After dinner, he retired to the living room to watch TV, while I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes. I then joined him in the living room. We talked about his new contract for the navy, and other small stuff. It was a friendly, warm chat and I loved it! I really felt loved and wanted by this man: and that was the only thing I wanted anymore. At bedtime, he told me to go and have a snack. "You need to eat something-I figure its 12 hours between dinner and breakfast. That's too long for the two of you to go without food!" he explained. We both entered the kitchen. I was lost, and thinking to myself, "What do I eat?" Brian however had other ideas: he started to get things out of the fridge. He then guided by hands, and worked on it himself, until a giant Dagwood sandwich had been made. He then poured a large glass of whole milk, and got some cookies from the cupboard. He then put all of the food on a plate, and led me to the table. "Now eat up. It's OK, honey!" I then obediently did as I was told. He got a cookie for himself, and then explained himself, "You need to eat-big; healthy babies don't come by themselves!" I then asked, half- jokingly, "What if I get fat? Doesn't that bother you? Don't you want me to be sleek and sexy?" He took that the wrong way, because he exploded, "Don't you EVER worry about being fat! Besides, I think big and ripe and curvy is far sexier then thin and puny! And I love you no matter what!" At that I apologized and ate the food. I cleaned up, and then followed him to bed. As soon as my clothes where off, he started playing with my breasts. "Now, honey, these are just too small! I'm going to buy you a necklace that I saw today-when the pendant is covered by your boobs, we'll know their large enough!" we then pushed me down on the bed, and started massaging my rear. He continued talking, saying, "And then there's your ass-this is too small too! I want a great big butt to play with and rub!" he then started to stroke my pussy. He then started to finger fuck me. Soon I was dripping wet. He then entered me from the rear-gasping, "This is the only way to fuck from now on! You'll have no worries...about a big belly...OH GOD!" we fucked in that position for 20 minutes. I orgasimed twice before he came. I fell into a deep sleep soon after. As I slept I dreamt about the baby and me. I envisioned myself, big as a house walking briskly down the street with Brian. I also dreamed about babies-lots of rotund, healthy babies. It was a beautiful sleep! However, all too soon the alarm went off. Brian awoke and went to shower. I got up, dressed in a thin nightie, and cooked Brian his breakfast. As he ate, we talked, and he offered, "I'm kind of sorry about last night-I shouldn't have ordered you around like that. I just want our baby to be healthy and have the best chance..." I interrupted him with, "No, you don't have to be sorry. I know what you want-and I want that too! But I'm a woman, and that makes some things very hard to do! And I appreciate your honesty and openness! So don't stop. Sometimes, that's what a girl needs!" We kissed at the door and he left for work. I then cooked my own breakfast of eggs, sausage, pancakes with butter and syrup, and fresh cake. After I'd eaten, I cleaned the kitchen, and then did my housework. By then I was a little tired, so I took a nap. After an hour's snooze, I exercised and stretched for an hour then took a shower. As I didn't need to go out that day, I watched some afternoon TV. One minute I was laughing at a "paternity test" episode on a talk show, but then an Oprah episode had me in tears. It was about child rape-I vowed to always hold my children close and never allow anything like that to happen to them! Then I glanced out by front window. That cable TV van was parked across the road again! I knew that that house was empty, and I was one of the few people at home then! I pulled the drapes closed and picked up the phone! I called Brian's cell phone. After he answered, I told him about the strange van and how it scared me! He offered to call the cable people and find out why the van was there: I agreed with that and hung up. He phoned me back after a few minutes. He laughed, "That van is legit! They are in fact removing equipment from that house, and then their repair man has some cable work to do around the corner-he parks there because our street is quiet and has no traffic! Does that make sense to you?" I reluctantly agreed, and then hung up. I asked myself, "Why haven't I ever seen anyone moving over there? No lights, no people no nothing. But obviously they are supposed to be there!" I then noticed the van, was, in fact gone. I calmed down, heated up some canned ravioli for lunch, and then went for a walk before starting dinner. I cooked dinner, and then waited for Brian. He came through the door with two wrapped packages under his arms. I opened the gifts to find a gold necklace, a heavy duty hot sandwich maker. I then broke down crying, I was so happy! We then ate dinner. After dinner, Brian wanted us to go out to the mall. I agreed, and off we went. As soon as we entered the mall, Brian steered me into a large lingerie shop. The saleslady greeted him, and then asked, "So is this the one you want me to help?" He replied, "Oh, yes! Yes she is!" He then looked at me, and spoke, "I made an appointment for the two of us here this afternoon! I tried to shop here myself today, but I couldn't do it! So just relax, OK?" I just nodded in reply. The saleslady then asked Brian, "Exactly what do you want? Why are you here?" He replied, "I'm here because I'm concerned about my wife there. She's pregnant, and starting to grow. As she grows, I want her to feel pretty and feminine. I want this shop to keep her feeling pretty and feminine. Even when she can't see her toes, I want her to see a pretty, well fitting bra. Can you do that for us, please?" I then grabbed him in a hug. This was so special for me! The lady grinned, and offered, "Well, yes, I can." she led us to the back of the store. She then went back up front and locked the door. She put a "closed early sign in the door. Then she returned, and led us into the changing area, again closing the door behind us. She again spoke, "Now sir, to get proper measurements, I need to have your wife here naked. Is that OK? Will she co-operate?" Brain simply smiled at me and spoke, "Yes, she will. It's ok honey. We're the only two here, and it's for a good cause-your comfort! Now strip!" I just smiled, whispered,"OK", and started to take my clothes off. Soon I was standing there wearing only my underclothes. Brian pointed to my bra. I removed that next. The saleslady took that garment from me and examined it. Brian then reached out and pulled my panties off by himself. I was then naked, and I covered my crotch and breasts with my hands. I felt a little afraid, but very intimate, with these two. It was a feeling that was both tasty and uncomfortable. The saleslady then approached me with a measuring tape. She asked me to drop my arms to my sides. At that, I twitched with nerves! Brian then sternly spoke, "Now, honey, you can trust her! If I trust someone, you can trust them COMPLETELY! And any tips she gives us will be followed, so we need to listen up, OK?! I wouldn't do this if it wasn't in your best interests, OK?" He then rubbed my back to calm me. I realized he was right, so I dropped my arms. She then measured my breasts in three different places. "You need a bigger bra already, sweetie! We will get that in a moment." She then turned to Brian and offered, "By the way sir, her breasts will need a lot of attention-to get them ready for breastfeeding, and to keep her comfortable as they grow.". Brian then asked, "What do you mean? Explain!". "Well, sir, they needed to be massaged every day-use both soft and firm movements with your hands and fingers, all over her breasts for about 15 minutes. That will reduce any sensitivity she may develop, improve her circulation, and keep the skin supple. Use coca butter as your oil. Now her nipples will need more attention. You should suck on them every day, and use your fingers to both roll and play with them! Then they will be big, solid, and rubbery when she goes to breastfeed- there will be no pain or chaffing to worry about then! Understand?" She then looked at me and offered, "Oh, sweetie. Remember that he'll probably make love with you after the massage. Just let him in and enjoy the ride!" I just blushed and nodded. She then moved down my body. "Sir, she'll need to wear only bikini panties from now on-anything else with roll down and make her uncomfy. And another tip for you: shave all that ugly hair off when she starts to grow. Then I can keep her in under the belly bikini swimsuits, and lacey little lingerie. She'll look good, and therefore, feel good. It will also smell better down there, and just plain old look better! Won't you, sweetie?" She then examined my thighs and bottom. She recommended to Brian the use of more coca butter on my thighs and butt, to reduce stretch marks and ensure smooth skin. She finished off with my feet, saying, "No more heels of any kind. You will only wear Sandals, slippers, or flats from now on!" She then left us and went up into her store to get me some new clothes. Brian hugged me, and said, "Honey, that was very informative! But you always need to remember to trust my judgment! I would never ever put you in harms way! And I check out very carefully people I left around you. So you never have to worry about trusting people close to you. So sweetie, do you understand?" I whispered, "Yes, dear", and held him very close. He was right. The saleslady soon returned with clothes for me- pink bikini panties, a soft pink, deeply cut bra, a light pink/dark pink mini dress with a deeply cut front, and ballet slippers. The only item she didn't have was a purse-I'd grab one of those in the mall. I dressed in the clothes as Brian went to pay for my new outfit. The new bra was a better fit, with no stretching or back fat. The dress was very feminine, with the hemline just below my bottom. The slippers finished the outfit, and I re-joined my man at the front of the shop. We left together. After stopping at a luggage place and getting and filling a small pink bag, we headed for the drug store. While Brian bought coca butter, I looked at makeup. I asked the beautician on duty to do my face. She sighed and commented on how late it was, so I put a fifty dollar bill on the counter. She then went right to work! She highlighted my cheeks and lips and did my eyes with dark makeup. Soon I thought I looked good and told her so. I then left her with the fifty and went to find Brian, who by then had bought the most expensive coca butter in the store. We left together, and as the mall was closing, returned to the car. He then complimented me on my makeup and outfit. I then commented on how late it was and that I was hungry. We stopped at a chicken dinner place for something to eat. After a half chicken dinner with all the trimmings I was full. Brian had a chicken sandwich, and we made small talk over the meal. We kissed passionately and deeply. I felt very safe and loved. We returned home. After making love, we went to bed. All seemed well... TO BE CONTINUED...