I'm losing myself to this body, Susan. It's like a warm fuzzy blanket is slowly smothering every thought, every word, every intelligent idea I have until all I can think about is shopping and sex. I know I should be freaking out. I've been missing for nearly a year, trapped in the body of your ditzy stepmom, Lexi. I try to fight it but every day feel myself getting more comfortable in these curves. Lounging in a bath, picking out clothes that show off your stepmom's fake tits, and ending every day straddling your father. My pussy can't get enough. I wake up in the morning with my arms wrapped around my fake tits, feeling your dad's arm around me and his morning wood hard against my big ass and, instead of being horrified like I should be, I purr like a kitten, reach behind me, position him and flick my hips, taking him deep into my pussy.
Oh god. Listen to me, Susan. I'm turning into a total fucking bimbo. But it's your dad's fault. I swear!
Your dad is soooo happy with me Susan. He walked in from golf with his buddies a month ago, got down on one knee, and told me he wanted to renew our wedding vows and invite the whole family. You did get the invite, right? I dotted the i's with hearts and signed it 'Luv, Lexi.' When I saw the new gold ring I started to cry. I admit it was pretty romantic. Taken in the moment, I fell to my knees and unzipped his pants, my conscience screaming, "What are you doing?" I shook my hair out of my face, took his cock in my left hand, and while admiring my glimmering rings, responded honestly: Giving my hubby a blowjob." Once I had my plump lips wrapped around his cock, I reached behind me and loosened my bra, unleashing my huge breasts so I could take his dick between them. Halfway through my work he tried to stand me up and bend me over, but I resisted, moaning, desperate to have him finish in my mouth. He didn't last much longer. I swallowed and wiped my lips. I always swallow since one of the girls at yoga told me that semen elevates your mood. And let me tell you: she was right!
See? I'm like totally losing it, Susan. I'm becoming such a whore. I know it all needs to stop. And yet: I couldn't stop myself from going shopping today.
Do you like it? I picked it out to wear for your father after the renewal party. He booked us the honeymoon suite in a fancy hotel and I already know what that means. We're going to fuck all night. I didn't stop with the lingerie. I bought a dress for the ceremony, heels, a new thong, matching bra, and a new purse, too! I stopped in and had a mani-pedi, got my hair done, my eyebrows waxed, and - of course - a brazillian. (There's no feeling quite like having every inch of Lexi's body completely smooth. The last time I did it your dad was insatiable.) On the way to my car, my arms full of designer bags, I hit my favorite makeup counter and bought the reddest lipstick I could find, all the while imagining the red ring my pouty lips will leave at the base of your dad's cock. He pays for everything so it's only right I keep him happy. At least until I find a way to change back.
Oh fuck, I'm not sure about changing back anymore. My panties fit so snuggly over my mound that I'm forgetting what it was like to have a dick. Was it ever this good? The way his tongue pleasures my clit leaves me completely confused. He's been bugging me to try anal. I flirtily punch his chest and say no. It feels like the last wall standing between me and my manhood. When he fucks me lately I feel his finger inching closer and closer. I slap it away but he's so insistent and the pressure is so convincing it makes me blush. I've reached the edge and now experiencing a new kind of penetration is all I can think about. Today I read in one of Lexi's women's magazines that the orgasms can be earthshaking. (Those magazines don't lie, Susan - I'll let you borrow some of my favorites.) My final wall is crumbling as we speak and I've been thinking - that after the party - once we're alone in the honeymoon suite - I'll let him. I even stopped by the sex shop today and bought a little bottle of lube to keep in my purse, just in case. Yet I know this isn't precaution. It's preparation.
I know! What am I fucking doing, right?! Everything just keeps building and building! It's all so gradual that I can't stop it until it's happened. My curiosity and the sensations of Lexi's body always take over at the last second and push the line farther. Even now I'm fantasizing about how happy he will be when I slip him out of my pussy mid-fuck, drench his cock in lube, and hold my breath, moving him into position an inch below my pussy. It's so wrong I want it to happen.
He's going to be even happier that night when I break the news. I knew even before I sat on the master bathroom toilet today and took the test. Call it feminine intuition. I wiped expectantly watching the results fade into view, ready to panic. Instead, I felt so giddy. My nipples hardened. They're already getting darker. Yes. I'm pregnant. Yes, I let your dad come inside of me night after night, knowing I was off the pill, knowing how fertile I was, knowing eventually his cum would fertilize a waiting egg. I hate to admit this, but I even rolled onto my back in bed after our sessions and held my legs up to make sure it would happen, trying my hardest to keep every drop of him inside of me, all the while smiling and cooing "you're going to be a papa!" In the heat of passion, it felt so right and I loved the way the impending nine-month sentence, my changing body, and the resulting responsibility terrified what remained of my dying manhood. Sometimes I would even come again as I lay there thinking about his sperm slowly navigating my feminine passages and plowing straight into my unsuspecting egg. Your father simply petted my hair and played with my tits, nodding as I shook, saying sweetly to me, "And you're going to make me a papa."
"That's right. I am. My belly is going to grow and my hormones are going to be so out of control that you're going to have to run to the store for my cravings between fucking my pregnant pussy." I'm not sure where the things I say come from, but I know when they come out of my lips, they are the truth.
It makes me so hot to be pregnant. I put a hand on my stomach, above my mound, and consider baby names. Today I whispered during my daily chores, I'm carrying my ex-fiance Susan's half-sisters in my tummy. That's right. Sisters. Let that sink in. Maybe you didn't know, but twins run in Lexi's family - and yours too, come to think of it. Each of her sisters had a set. One had two sets, one after the other. Call it female intuition, but I already know I'm carrying two. Soon both of these tits will be on milk duty.
Can you believe it, Susan? We would have been married by now. Every day I think about you, but I know you'd never believe me if I told you. I know it won't be long until your new boyfriend Rick has proposed to you. Last night I had a dream where I found a way back and stopped that from happening, but we were sharing a dildo as I rubbed your swollen clit to orgasm. Yes, I was still Lexi. Everything in my bimbo body is fighting against me. Plus I really want to have babies, and it's wishful thinking that I would stop at two. You know I always wanted a big family. With this pussy, nothing is stopping me. My gynecologist says I have the uterus of a twenty year old. I have at least a decade or more of fertility so there's no reason to stop until I've bred a sizeable litter. Besides, I know the moment I give birth the first time my body will flood with motherly hormones and I'll really be done for. I'm already mentally preparing to take this body to its limits. I know in the pit of my tummy that most of my reluctance is fake. Already I feel myself settling in, just like I settle these massive tits into the cups of your stepmom's huge bras, curling my toes as I lift them into place. Just like I settle my thongs between my plump cheeks, admiring my ass in the mirror while I do it. Like I settle these thighs into the hems of my thigh-high stockings. And my toes into stiletto heels. And just like I settle my favorite vibrator into my frilly pink folds whenever your dad is out of town. Soon I'll be settling my engorged, dripping nipples into the mechanical certainty of a milk pump. Lactation. My final line to cross.
The lingerie, clothes, shoes, purses, and sex toys in your stepmom's closet have doubled in the past eight months. It would be hard to say goodbye to them. Unless something changes, I am stuck as your stepmom. I am Lexi. A total bimbo. A trophy wife. A soon-to-be hot MILF. And your dad's willing and wanton fucktoy. But what should I do? How can I stop and think when I'm always so wet? After all, I'm a woman. Even now I'm dripping wet standing here modeling this lingerie, thinking about the lube in my purse and all the naughty things I will let your father do to me when I'm in that hotel room.
I should take this off and hide it. He'll be home soon. I'll go downstairs, put on an apron, and start dinner. Just an apron. Barefoot. Pregnant. When he walks in and sees I got a brazilian wax I just know he's going to want to fuck his bimbo bride over the sink.