Enjoy our first voted-on story for November!

By FoxFaceStories

Selina was once a man named Samuel until a curse turned him into his best friend Henry’s sexy and very fertile girlfriend. She certainly didn’t expect to become pregnant once, let alone a second time. But now she’s realising that Henry is turned on by getting her pregnant . . .

This Turns You On, Doesn’t It?

Selina rocked her little girl gently in her arms, cooing at her. Hana was so very beautiful when she slept, even if she could be a total monster when she was awake, at least until she got the boob. But now she was milk drunk and had just detached from Selina’s nipple, and so the young mother slowly lowered her into her crib, where she settled happily.

“Love you,” the woman whispered.

She gingerly stepped out of the nursery and pulled up her bra, settling her large E-cup breasts back into the maternity cups. They bounced and jostled a little with each step, reminding her of their impossible existence, but her form swayed gently, something else sticking out even more prominently than her maternal chest. The raven-haired beauty lowered a hand to her belly and stroked it idly as she felt a little stirring within her.

“Pregnant again,” she whispered to herself. “It’s just nuts. What were we thinking?”

They hadn’t, of course. She and her boyfriend Henry had just been too turned on not to fuck like rabbits, and they’d been in too much in a hurry to use any form of contraceptives, just like the first time she’d gotten pregnant. Pretty crazy for a woman who was supposed to be a man, one named Samuel.

“Hey babe,” Henry said, sitting upright in bed with the bedside lamp still on. “Is she down?”

Selina entered, one hand on the swell of her pregnant belly. She was wearing just her underwear and bra, and could feel her boyfriend’s eyes roaming over her body and appreciating her curves. It was not a new experience after two years. 

“She’s down,” the woman answered. “She’s becoming a big drinker.”

“Hey, you’ve got more than enough to go around, right?”

She scoffed a little. “You’d know. God, sometimes it’s wild to think that I’ve not only got a pair of big boobs, but I use them to feed my baby and my boyfriend both.”

“And that your boyfriend used to be your best friend.”

She slipped into bed, manoeuvring carefully thanks to her pregnant belly, which was now twenty six weeks along and only getting bigger each day. Henry leaned over and helped her settle, but then immediately pressed his muscular form against her. She let him do so, appreciating the way he felt. She no longer fought her attraction to him, curse-caused or not. Henry was fucking hot, and having his arms around her felt too damn good anyway.

“You’re still my best friend,” she said, before kissing him. “Still, kinda wild how things turned out, right?”

Henry smirked. “Who could have guessed that the weird little antique statue you bought was actually cursed by an actual witch?”

“And you were this close to grabbing it instead of me,” she said, rubbing her belly idly. “You might have ended up as the totally submissive and sexy girlfriend instead of me.”

“I would have made a cute chick, I bet.”

“Yeah, you would have. Alas, I ended up with the title, and this absolute need to be your dream girl.” As she said this, she pressed herself up a little more against him, and he in turn let her stomach rest against his abs, and ran a hand appreciatively down the left side of her childbearing hips.

“Is this one of those nostalgic nights for you?” he asked gently.

“Nah. Maybe. I don’t know. I think the pregnancy hormones have me thinking a lot about my old life. I mean, it’s pretty silly, when you think about it. Us getting pregnant makes sense the first time. We were grappling with the curse, I was totally horny for you-”

“You still are.”

Selina rolled her eyes. “Fine, I am. But we weren’t even thinking. We’d just graduated college! But getting knocked up a second time . . . I feel like a bit of an idiot. I don’t know.”

He placed his hand on her belly and caressed it. It was a lovely feeling. “You’re not a little excited?”

“Of course I’m excited. Dude, you can’t imagine how much pregnancy brain gets to you, even if you used to be a guy. I’ve got this little alien growing inside of me and I want to meet him so bad, even if going through labor and birth again is just . . . ick. But at the same time, what were we thinking!? I just feel like I’m trapping you. Like I made this stupid mistake.”

At this, Henry pressed himself against her, and she felt his hardness against her lower belly. He was getting quite aroused. “You didn’t make a mistake, Selina. I did. I shouldn’t have done this to you. I keep telling you that. I should’ve been more careful.”

She nodded appreciatively, but then she realised that her boyfriend was only getting harder, his cock practically throbbing against her as he continued talking.

“I should never have knocked you up. I mean, you’re supposed to be a guy, and here I am making you pregnant. Making you a mommy to our babies. Keeping you stuck like this so you have to be a housewife. It’s not fair to you, Selina.”

He was straining against her, his hands caressing her body. Something like this had happened before, but only now was Selina piecing the puzzle properly together.

“I’ll try not to do it again,” he whispered. “I’ll really try not to make you so big and pregnant with our babies next time, even if-”

“Oh my God!” Selina suddenly exclaimed, pulling back a little. “This - this turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Henry’s eyes widened. She could see a little panic in them. “Um, what? What are you talking about?”

“This!” Selina said, gesturing to her gravid body, to her full and milky breasts and her swollen dome of a stomach. “Getting me knocked up! You’re actually turned on by me being pregnant.”

“I mean, you know that I think you’re beautiful while pregnant, Selina. We had lots of sex last time and we go at it like crazy now too. You’ve got a gorgeous pregnant body, and-”

“No, I don’t mean that! That’s obvious. I mean that you actually get turned on by the idea of getting me pregnant, don’t you? More than that, I think you get all hard at the idea of getting me preggers because I used to be a dude and this is, I don’t know, making me all yours or something. I’m right, aren’t I? This turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Henry bit his lip. He was a very handsome man with thick brown hair and manly features. He was an accountant, but he stayed in good shape, which her body appreciated. He was also damn well-hung, which Selina had really discovered not long after the curse had made her Henry’s dream girl, and she’d been experiencing the ecstasy of his big dick penetrating her so very deeply. Now, however, he looked pretty damn embarrassed and a lot smaller (except in the dick department, that was still very much big and hard against her lower belly). He was almost frozen on the spot, lying against her but his hand held still upon her hip. The man swallowed, looked away, then finally met her gaze.

“Y-yes,” he said. “It’s a turn on. I - I didn’t expect you to find out.”

Selina rolled onto her back, big belly turning with her. The woman groaned. “You dog! You really like getting me pregnant?”

“Yeah, I do. Sorry, I should have told you.”

“Was it deliberate? Did you knock me up on purpose?”

“No, no, I didn’t! I swear! The first time was a total accident, and the second time . . . I was just careless. I mean, it might have factored in a bit, but you know how we are. But the thought of knocking you up, of getting you all pregnant like this. All big with my babies . . . fuck Selina, it’s the biggest goddamn turn-on I’ve ever felt.”

The woman sighed, rubbing her belly. She was growing an actual baby in her, the second one she’d made, and for a former guy that was a lot to deal with. Her body was always transforming, in a way - belly and breasts growing, moods changing, ankles swelling, energy waning, sex drive . . . magnifying. Annoyingly, her sex drive was going crazy now.

“So . . . what? You get turned on by breeding me? Why?”

Henry shifted and placed a hand on her rounded form, caressing it lovingly. It felt wonderful, despite her current mixed feelings. “I guess it’s just like you said. You used to be a guy. We practically grew up together. But some part of my lizard brain just really gets off on the idea of making sure you never go back, I guess.”

“I can’t go back. It’s permanent, remember?”

“I know, but I’m saying that the idea of specifically getting a hot girl who used to be a guy pregnant, and making her all big and round with my babies, it just gives me this rush. I love that you used to be a guy. I love that you get pregnant with our kids, all while knowing that you might have been a father instead in another life. I can’t explain it, but it’s so fucking hot, Selina. I keep fantasising about giving you this big family, so you always know that this is your life now, and you’re this barefoot, pregnant, in-the-kitchen hot babe helping raise our amazing kids, and I’m the strong man who gets to be your husband, and no matter what you’re always going to be like this. It just makes me feel so fucking dominant, y’know? And seeing you like this, all hot and round and full, it gets me so protective and possessive, like I’ve made this former guy mine. You’re mine and I got you pregnant, and now you know your place is as my babymama, and you gotta accept that and spread your legs because I’m going to fucking breed you, babe. I’m gonna keep giving you babies because that’s who you are now, and knowing you used to be a guy and that this is your fate is just . . . Jesus, it’s intoxicating.”

His cock was throbbing against her, and Selina realised that at some point she had lowered a hand down to caress his balls, which seemed to shift a little, practically churning with his cum. He was humping her a little, just gently and perhaps without even realising it as he explained himself.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know that sounds insane. Fuck, I’m demented, aren’t I?”

“You are,” Selina said. “Jesus, you are.”

And yet . . . her nipples were throbbing. Her pussy was wet, her juices almost running down her thighs. Despite two years of this curse, Selina had always felt as if Henry had been holding something back from her, some passion that he was keeping at bay. She had assumed it was guilt, and that he was trying not to commit himself fully to their lovemaking and their passion, because he was the one who had gotten a busty bombshell girlfriend, while she had simply been turned into one. But now she knew it was this. He wanted to dominate her and knock her up. To reduce her to the status of a stay-at-home housewife and mommy to his babies. To get her knocked up again and again, forcing her to cry out in pleasure while he trapped her in pregnancy for years to come, ensuring that she was conducting the ultimate female act - bringing life into the world - with him as the father. He was turned on by the notion that she was once a guy, but was now forced to make his babies and grow with them, utterly reliant on him as the handsome and muscular breadwinner while she played the role of the doting, pregnant wife. 

And holy fucking shit, was that turning her on now, too. 

She briefly considered what the hell was wrong with her. Clearly, the curse was playing a part here. Possibly her hormones as well. But at the same time, the idea of her friend-turned-boyfriend just fucking breeding her, knowing who she used to be and yet making sure she’d be his submissive babymaker . . . it was getting her more aroused than she had ever felt. Was this really a kink she was feeling? Had she always had this desire to be a total sub, or was this something that had manifested in the last two years as Henry knocked her up twice? Either way, her breasts were yearning to be touched, her pussy aching to be filled. And the swell of her pregnant body now seemed so, so much more erotic in nature.

“I shouldn’t have said a thing,” Henry said, lying on his back. “Fuck, I’m still hard, too. Maybe I should go into therapy and - whoah.”

With some effort, Selina had removed her underwear and was now on all fours, belly hanging low as she crawled on top of him. The beautiful raven-haired woman straddled him with her thighs, gripping Henry’s shoulders so that she could rub her wet pussy against his big, throbbing dick. Her belly slid against his stomach, right in his view, the very fruits of their entanglements now between them. The thought made her moan a little.

“You like to breed me, huh?” she purred in her most sensual voice.

“Um, what’s happening?”

“You like to get me all big and knocked up, even though I used to be a guy? You realise how unfair that is, right? How naughty of you, to make me all big with your babies, again and again . . . and again.”

She said that last part with such a steamy intonation that she was briefly worried Henry was going to cum on the spot. He swallowed, looking up at her like she was a goddess. She took his hand and pulled them up onto her hips.

“You gave me this wide, babymaking hips, and now I have to squeeze all these babies through them.” She rubbed her belly for emphasis and moaned as if she hated this fate, but in a way that made it very clear that she was conducting a sexy roleplay.

“Holy shit,” Henry said. “This is . . . unexpected.”

“As unexpected as me being stuck as your submissive housewife? That’s what I’m going to be, isn’t it? Your hot housewife who dotes on you and gives you all the kids you want, because I just can’t help how fertile I am, and you can’t help but give in to your lusts and knock me up all the time?”

She lifted herself up, then guided his impressive girth into her wet tunnel. She moaned, squeezing his shoulders as she started to rock upon him. Henry looked bewildered, but quickly took the hint.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “I just can’t help myself, babe. I’m sorry that you used to be a man. I know that you want to go back. But I’m the man in the relationship now, and you’re the woman. And I like my woman to be bred so that she always feels my babies growing inside of her.”

“Ohhhh, yes! And you’ll j-just have to take care of me! Because I’m stuck like this!”

“Exactly. I’ll take care of you, but you can’t change back. This is you now. I’ll treat you right, I promise.”

“Y-yes! You will! Like buying m-me a new g-gaming rig!”

“Yeah, and - what?”

She rocked upon him, squeezing his dick with her vaginal muscles. “And you’ll get me all the best dresses from Wish’n’Well.”

“Wait, those are expensive-”

“And we’re n-not going to Hawaii next year. Because I just can’t help but make all these babies for you, I just know you’ll want to take me to Japan instead, and make my dreams come true, all to - ahh! - thank me for getting stuck as your busty, milky, preggo wife.”

Henry arched an eyebrow, but Selina artfully rocked her hips upon him again, squeezing his dick and letting it go even deeper into her pussy.

“It’s only f-fair, after all!” she gasped. “If I’m g-going to be your fantasy girl, all barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen, then you’ll j-just need to make me v-very happy because you’re sooooooo guilty over me being stuck like this! I’m going to - mhmmm - want some of the best nights out at restaurants, and I j-just can’t wait for you to take me to the Gearmax music festival. Even if I’m - ahhh - super pregnant at the time! Because you love your ultra-fertile wife!”

She had him over the barrel, and they both knew it, especially since she was shoving her big pregnant belly in his face and moaning erotically as she fucked him more passionately than ever before. They were both so aroused, but Selina maintained her cunning and winked at him. Henry finally broke. He shifted up a little, so that despite her round form he could now kiss her passionately on the lips.

“Anything you want, babe,” he said. “It’ll be worth it to keep breeding my best friend.”

“Mhm! Yess!” she cried. “Yess, it will be! If I’m s-stuck like this, I might as well make it worth it!”

“You’re so - nghh! - devious! God, I’m close! I’ll give you whatever you want, Selina! So long as I can keep filling you with babies and making you remember you used to b-be a guy!”

She gasped, so close herself. She could just imagine it, and so could he. She stroked her stomach for emphasis, guiding one of his hands to feel her fertile form.

“Doesn’t this just t-turn you on?” she teased.

It did. Massively. And as they both came, Selina knew something else: this really turned her on now as well.

The End