Former Strangers on a Train Pt. 2 (Patreon)

This is a Patreon-exclusive continuation of "Strangers on a Train: Part of the Lesbian Mind Control Anthology series," which is available on Amazon. If you haven't read it yet, please do so before reading!

This follows the same couple from before, Sharon and Megan, a year after their encounter with a strange, menacing figure on a commuter train rewrote them from complete strangers into committed lesbian wives.

Sharon and Megan are celebrating their five-year anniversary, at least, that's how long they've been together according to their new implanted realities. Megan is just as doting and possessive as before, but amplified ten-times due to Sharon's new pregnancy that will fulfill her lifelong desire to be a mother (previous daughter from past life long forgotten).

As with previous extended stories, no specific mind control elements in this, other than brief mentions of the original story.

Short and literally steamy.

Enjoy!

Former Strangers on a Train pt. 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

The steam hung thick and heavy in the master bathroom, transforming the glass of the shower enclosure into an opaque canvas of condensation. Inside, the rhythmic drum of the cascading water echoed off the tiled walls, creating a private, isolated world that belonged only to the two of them. 

Megan stepped under the spray, letting the hot water wash over her shoulders before she turned her attention to the woman who was her entire universe. 

There stood Sharon, her wife, the absolute love of her life.

It was their fifth wedding anniversary—at least, according to the memories they both now shared and cherished. Somewhere deep in the furthest, most silent corners of Megan’s mind, a faint whisper knew that it had only been exactly one year since that fateful, reality-altering train ride when an ominous figure upended everything. 

But the strange man's intervention had forged a new truth far more beautiful than whatever mundane life she had left behind. This was her reality now, and as she looked at Sharon, it was the only reality that mattered.

Sharon stood under the warm deluge, her black hair slicked back, water streaming down her neck and over the new, breathtaking curves of her body. She was six months pregnant with their first child, and the sight of her swollen belly brought a primal, overwhelming rush of devotion to Megan's chest.

If it were possible, Megan’s drive and desire for her wife had only magnified tenfold since they discovered they were going to be mothers, fulfilling the sudden, unexplainable desire Megan had expressed a year prior.

"Happy anniversary, Mrs. Pereira," Megan murmured, stepping closer and wrapping her arms gently around Sharon’s waist from behind, resting her hands tenderly over the taut, beautiful swell of her younger wife's stomach.

Sharon leaned back against Megan’s chest, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as the hot water beat down upon them both. "Happy anniversary, my love," she replied, her voice husky and relaxed. "Five years. I can't believe it."

"I can," Megan whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the damp curve of Sharon’s neck. "Every day feels like a lifetime of perfection with you. And now..." Megan slid her soapy hands across Sharon's belly, marveling at the life growing inside. "Now you're giving me the greatest gift in the world."

Sharon turned in Megan's arms, her warm brown eyes—the eyes that had always felt so much like home—shining through the mist. The water cascaded over her face, and Megan reached up to gently wipe the droplets from her wife's cheeks. 

"You are so stunning, Sharon," Megan said, her voice trembling with an emotion so fierce it bordered on reverence. She stepped back just enough to take in the full sight of her. Pregnancy looked magnificent on the younger woman.

Her already large breasts were even fuller, heavier, her areolae darker, and her skin held a luminous, radiant glow that the water only seemed to amplify. "I didn't think it was possible for you to become more beautiful than the day I married you, but you prove me wrong every single second."

A deep blush crept up Sharon's neck. "I feel huge," she admitted softly, glancing down at her body. "And clumsy."

"You are a goddess," Megan corrected immediately, her tone leaving no room for argument. She grabbed a soft sponge, lathering it with their favorite body wash, and sank slowly to her knees on the shower floor. "You are carrying our child. My child. Giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything about you right now is perfect."

Megan began to wash her wife, her touch infinitely tender but laced with an undeniable, simmering heat. She ran the soapy sponge up Sharon’s calves, over her knees, and along her thighs. The slickness of the soap and water made her hands glide effortlessly. She mapped every contour of Sharon's changing body, committing the new softness and the new curves to memory. 

As Megan's hands moved higher, tracing the swell of her hips, she felt Sharon's breath hitch above her.

"Megan..." Sharon gasped softly, her hands reaching out to brace herself against the wet tiles. 

Megan leaned forward, pressing her lips to the wet, soapy skin of Sharon's belly. She kissed the center, the sides, treating the vessel of their unborn child with the utmost worship. Then, her hands traveled upward, abandoning the sponge to use her bare palms. She stood up slowly, her body sliding slickly against Sharon's. She cupped Sharon's heavy breasts, her thumbs lightly grazing the sensitive peaks. 

"I’m not sure I can keep pretending that I’m only trying to clean you," Megan whispered, her lips hovering just inches from Sharon's mouth. "I want to make you feel nice, baby. I want to worship you. Tell me what feels good, my love."

Sharon let out a breathy moan as Megan’s hands worked their magic. "Everything you do feels good," she murmured, tilting her head up to capture Megan's lips. 

Their kiss was deep, wet, and passionate, tasting of clean water and untamed desire. Even after five perceived years of marriage, their connection burned with intensity. 

Megan’s tongue wrestled Sharon's, slow and intoxicating. The cascading water from the showerhead matted their hair together and ran in rivulets down their pressed bodies. 

Megan’s hands slid down the slick expanse of Sharon's back, cupping the firm swell of her ass, pulling her flush against her. The contrast of Sharon's swollen belly pressing against Megan's abdomen was a profound, tangible reminder of the life they were building. 

Breaking the kiss to trail her lips down Sharon's jawline and throat, Megan let one hand wander around to the front, trailing over the swell of her wife's stomach again before dipping lower, seeking the heat between her thighs. 

The moment Megan's fingers found her, Sharon cried out, her head falling back against the glass of the shower door. She was incredibly slick, her natural arousal mingling perfectly with the running water.

"You are so responsive for me," Megan praised, her voice a low, dark purr over the sound of the shower. She began to stroke her gently, her fingers sliding effortlessly against the swollen, sensitive flesh. "So ready. I love how much you want me."

"Always," Sharon panted, her hands burying themselves in Megan's wet hair to hold her close. "I always want you. Don't stop."

Megan had no intention of stopping. She was a woman possessed by her love and her boundless attraction to her wife. She carefully adjusted her stance, ensuring Sharon felt entirely supported against the tiled wall. 

With expert precision, Megan slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the familiar, welcoming heat envelop her. Sharon’s internal muscles clenched around her digits immediately, a reflexive response to the woman who knew her body better than anyone else.

"God, yes," Sharon whimpered, her hips beginning to rock into Megan’s hand, seeking the friction, seeking the release that only Megan could give her. 

Megan set a slow, agonizingly deliberate pace. She wanted to draw this out, to make her wife feel cherished and desired in her pregnant state. She used her thumb to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves above, pressing and massaging while her fingers pumped slowly inside her. The sound of their wet bodies sliding together and Sharon's echoing moans filled the small, steamy space.

"You are so beautiful, baby," Megan whispered into Sharon's ear, kissing her temple, her cheek, her jaw. "So perfect. So sexy. You don’t have to try and hold it in. Let go for me. Let me feel how much you love me."

The heat, the steam, the sensory overload of the rushing water, and the exquisite, devoted touch of her wife pushed Sharon to the edge faster than she anticipated. Her breathing grew shallow and erratic. She clung to Megan's shoulders, her fingernails biting lightly into the wet skin. 

"Megan, I'm... I'm so close," Sharon gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, her head rolling back. 

"Me too, my love," Megan confessed. The sight of her wife, so vulnerable, so pregnant, and so utterly destroyed by pleasure, was driving Megan to her own breaking point. The friction of their bodies, the heavy, wet pressure of Sharon’s thigh against Megan's own aching center, was enough. 

Megan increased her tempo, her fingers moving in a relentless, practiced rhythm as she fucked herself against Sharon’s knee. She pressed her lips fiercely against Sharon's, swallowing the loud cry that tore from her wife's throat as the orgasm began to hit her. 

Sharon erupted, her body tensing violently as wave after beautiful wave of climax washed over her. Her internal muscles spasmed tightly around Megan’s fingers, milking her, drawing a guttural moan from Megan's own lips.

Feeling Sharon's intense release tipped Megan herself over the edge. Grinding her hips forward, using the leverage of Sharon's leg and the slick, soapy friction between them, Megan found her own explosive climax. She gasped sharply into Sharon's mouth, her body shuddering violently as she surrendered to the blinding white heat of the orgasm. 

They remained locked together as the aftershocks slowly subsided, their chests heaving, their foreheads resting against one another. The hot water continued to rain down upon them, washing away the soap and leaving them clean, bare, and eternally connected. 

Megan slowly withdrew her hand, wrapping both arms securely around Sharon to support her trembling legs. 

For a long time, the only sound was the rushing water and their synchronized, ragged breathing. Slowly, Sharon opened her eyes, gazing at Megan through wet, dark lashes. A soft, lazy smile spread across her beautiful face.

"Happy anniversary," Sharon whispered, her voice still shaky.

Megan smiled back, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Sharon's lips. "I love you," she said firmly. She moved one hand to rest warmly on Sharon's pregnant belly again, feeling the solid weight of their future beneath her palm. 

"Happy anniversary, Sharon,” Megan responded with a wistful sigh. “I hope you know motherhood isn’t going to change between us. I promise you this, Sharon. When our baby gets here, I am going to love you, and I am going to make love to you, with this exact same passion until the day I die. I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Never."

Sharon covered Megan's hand on her belly with her own, her eyes welling with happy, grateful tears that mingled with the shower water. "I know, Megan," she murmured softly. "I know."