You have no idea what its like to have a body like this. And I guarantee if you were trapped in it your hand would be buried in your panties so fast it wouldn't be a minute before you erupted into orgasm and watched the aftershocks rolling over your delicious thick curves, making you fall in love with them. Every move I make is a seismic event on the lucious curvature of my body. Reminding me that I am stuck. That I want to be stuck.

My wife knew what she was doing. I was a skinny-as-a-rail financial services geek for my entire life. Packed the same damned tuna fish sandwich and apple to work every day and commanded those portfolios like a champ. But she knew, if I was going to change, if I was going to have a new life, I would need to be taken to the edge of everything I understood. She took me to the edge. And then knocked me off of it with a baseball bat the size of a tree trunk.

If you had asked if I wanted to be a woman, I would not have looked up from my desk. It would be a ridiculous idea. If pushed, perhaps I would admit a certain type of woman I truly desired. I only did that once for my wife and I think part of her remembered it jealously when I showed her the image of a woman I fantasized about:

I guess my wife went and made other plans, didn't she?

I wonder how long my wife touched her pussy in the bath thinking about how she was going to change me. Make me a female like her. And then take my place as man of the house.

Romancing her clit. A long goodbye to her femininity. Delaying coming back to bed to her boring husband reading dividend investing books unaware. Desperate to turn him into a busty woman. Desperate for her clit to erupt and grow into the cock that would fuck him into every extreme of his new body until he inhabited it completely.

There's a new woman of the house.

And let me tell you, she has some new hobbies and she certainly isn't complaining.

These are two pleasant surprises hanging in front of me. And I want my husband's mouth around my nipples always. My wife is a hundred times the man I ever was. So I must repeat it: She knew what she was doing. These tits are so big my nipples could never take the reverse journey to lie flat on my chest again. No, they'll be swinging in front of me forever. If she had changed me into some dainty slut, I might have decided to change back. But my skin has stretched to make space for the thick, proud woman inside. It outlines her curves tightly. I've settled in. If I were to go back now, I certainly wouldn't fit. Better for my nipples to swing FAR in front of me FOREVER.

Also a woman's body changes. I've had one kid already and my breasts have swelled so much as a result of it. My body has lactated and my reproductive system is experienced now. Getting pregnant is a snap. I want to get pregnant. A mom's body is sacred and very different from some skinny college coed. And I just found out our second is on its way. My body was made for all sorts of beautiful things — milk, creation, sex — and my husband is eagerly awaiting watching my body change as we build our new family. That's right! Momma Unit numero uno is ready to create. Good thing she knows how to work her hips.

And if this is not enough, we should be clear. Everyone has some preferences — which is why I'm not sure why anyone is calling me fat or gross. I'm telling my story for the people who wish to listen. People who would love to spread their beautiful thighs and enjoy every aspect of being a woman.

If you are not that person that is OK. This female is not looking for votes or approval. Some of the hottest stories have average votes, you know what I'm saying? Some of the worst stories have the most! In fact I see a busy feed full of stories of all kinds, plenty for anyone, and it is great.

Whatever happens I am certain there are a few of you out there who want to hear my story and consider how wonderful it would be to be me.