Friday, July 26, 2024

Mary-Anneiversary


Was really excited about the new caption style that I went a little overboard on this one. So it's a bit of a long one. Now that I know the new method works, I'm excited to get back into making captions. It takes several more steps but there is less chance of the whole thing messing up, being able to go back and edit if I catch a booboo, and it seems pretty readable to me. I'm excited! SHEZAM! returns next week. 

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I was excited about today. I really was, despite everything. It's my 5th wedding anniversary and I'm spending it with the love of my life and the bundle of joy we'll get to meet in a few months. We're in the costumes I'd been spending all my spare time working on, and we look pretty great if I do say so myself. The only issue is that I'm a man, or as Morris would say, I used to think I was.


Kim and I, before I was Mary-Anne, were a pretty happy couple, but we always wanted someone to share it with, but no matter how hard we tried I couldn't get her pregnant. We had begun saving up to look into insemination, but then I lost my job and had trouble finding another one, I was at a low point. Especially when Kim picked up the slack and spent more hours at work while I sat home looking at an empty inbox all day. She came to me with an idea, her boss, Morris, had offered to donate his sperm, but he wanted to do it the natural way. 


I obviously refused, but she reminded me that Motherhood was her dream and if I tried to keep her from that, there wasn't much of a point in being with me. I agreed to at least meet with him to discuss it. We met at a restaurant I couldn't dream of affording to take Kim to even when I had a job. He was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man who had a suit that looked like it was made specifically for him (which I later found out, is an actual thing rich people do). He spoke with a matter of fact confidence and commanding tone that I noticed Kim wouldn't stop hanging onto, laughing at his jokes, like the ball of stress she'd been recently had melted away. 


I don't know what it was, but something about the way he spoke made me think things would be OK, I agreed. Morris could impregnate my wife for me. I'd changed my mind almost immediately but they were already arm-in-arm going to his car, leaving me to drive home and wait for the night to be over. She didn't return until the next day, wearing a new designer dress she hadn't worn before. I broke down and she assured me it was just to get pregnant, but she was going to try a few more times in order to make sure it takes. But Morris had a demand... I had to wear a cage because he was a man and didn't share a woman with anyone. Once the test came back positive, he'd give me the key.


Things continued like that, the two going out on dates, me sticking behind to do chores, cleaning our house or his house. It was humiliating, but just temporary. As after a few months, Kim told me she was pregnant. But then came the next demand, if he was fathering a child, he wanted the Mother close, so she moved in. Between the job market and my new chores, I hadn't found a job and I couldn't imagine telling my family I needed to stay for a while so a man could knock up my wife for me, so I had to move with her. Morris didn't want anyone to think a man was living with him, so I had to become Mary-Anne, laser treatment to prevent my hair from growing, small breast forms, non-removable hair extensions, make-up, and a whole new wardrobe, all of which Kim insisted I thank him for, he didn't say anything about speaking in a squeaky, girly voice but Kim said it would be a good idea to show initiative. 


Over the next few months I had settled into my role as their housekeeper and Kim's bestie while they went on work trips or fooled around. You'll never know a humiliation greater than excitedly running to the living room to show your wife that you've finally mastered walking in the 6-inch heels that match your skimpy french maid uniform to see her under the man who made you a woman, pumping in and out of her, her screaming louder than you ever heard, and being so conditioned into submission and servitude that your first thought is, "well, this will be quite the mess for me to clean up."


I don't know why she was still sleeping with him, our goal was achieved, but she said we could go back to normal once we were back on our feet. It felt like I was losing her so I decided to do something special for our anniversary, but I had to convince Morris, he didn't give Kim and I much alone time aside from our little girl talks in the morning over coffee or when she's assigning my tasks before they go to work and after I've cleaned up the kitchen.


Morris and Kim were taking a shower before bed, after the echoing screams stopped (Morris was very proud of the acoustics in that bathroom) he got out while she gathered herself. I asked to speak to him, he led me to his room and sat me at Kim's vanity, about face-level with his bulge which, even soft, threatened to break free of his briefs and tear through the robe itself. Kim liked watching porn with hung guys, but he even put them to shame. He was standing close enough that I could smell his body wash and feel the warmth emanating onto my smooth face and... Wait, what was I talking about?


Oh. Right. I told him that our anniversary was coming up and I wanted to do something special for Kim. He laughed at me and turned, making sure to brush his bulge across my lips. He asked if I wanted to take the Mother of his child out on a date. I nodded, and tried to correct him, he was the donor, but Kim and I were the parents. I nervously fiddled with the lacey purple hem of my nightie, as he glared at me. I sunk into the chair as he stepped closer once more and told me he could respect our anniversary, but he didn't want me to get any false ideas about my place in this arrangement or about me being more of a man than him. So he would grant me this date, but I had to do some things that he thought would remind me of my place.


1. A smaller cage. No biggie, I've nearly shrunken out of my old one anyway.


2. Bigger breast forms. The ones I had were already heavy. But if it means I get some time with my wife, sure. Maybe we can joke about how we're both going up a couple bra sizes. 


3. I had to start hormones. It was only for a few more months, that should be reversible, right?


4. I had to submit. Fully. I asked what that meant, he ran one hand through my hair. Looked me in the eyes. Smiled. Flexed his pelvis, bursting forth from his briefs, through his robe, and slapping me hard on the face was his gigantic cock. He nodded at me, I leaned forward and kissed the tip. He grew harder, I had to lean against the vanity to put some space between myself and it. It was grazing my lips and I had nowhere else to go as it extended one last bit, parting my lips, resting on my tongue. He grabbed my head and began to thrust. His precum foaming in my mouth, struggling to breathe, he grunted as he used me like a love doll. It felt like hours before I felt his balls tensing up as they slapped my chin between thrusts and that thick load jetted down my throat. He told me I'd earned an outing with Kim and climbed into bed as I stood up and stumbled to my room while Kim emerged from the bathroom, freshly lotioned and joined him in the bedroom.


I got ready for the big day, Morris gave Kim the day off and made himself scarce. We got into the outfits I'd made, I was still allowed to play video games and read comics, but only ones with female protagonists. So I thought it would be fun to make Kim my new favorite hero, Mother Immortal and I her sidekick, Dynamite Dame. I was proud of the costumes and how cute the two of us looked in them. But Kim wasn't as enthusiastic as I thought she'd be, she tried to entertain me but something was on her mind. I was worried that maybe I looked better than her and she was jealous but no, she was wondering why Morris would give her the day off and go somewhere without her.


I told her that I asked him to so we could spend the day together. She didn't even realize it was our anniversary. She was just concerned about missing Morris and wondering if he was cheating, I had to remind her that I was her husband. She laughed. I got mad and told her what I had to do. She thought the smaller cage was appropriate, she complimented the new tits, said that she thought my skin looked softer because of the hormones. But when I mentioned him shoving his cock down my throat, she went silent.


The next word that came out of her mouth was "SLUT" I tried to reason that he made me do it. It was hurtful hearing the person I love scream at me because she was jealous over the person she loved instead of me. I asked her to calm down, but she screamed at me and stormed out of the room. I could hear her calling Morris, chewing him out, hearing her finally yell at him for once, I would have preferred not having a massive cock stretching out my skull to get there, but I'll take what I can get. She stormed out with a bag stuffed with my dresses and pushed me out the door.


I sat on the doorstep and waited, unsure of what to do. When I saw Morris pull up in his car and get out in a black leather loin cloth and lion head. He was dressed like the Ebony Emporer, Dynamite Dame's boyfriend from the comics. He said "Well, we got two convention tickets" and I nervously walked toward him as he reassured me, "Kim's hormones are going crazy, she'll calm down. She just needs some space. Lord, you're gonna be that way soon too. I'm gonna have two irrational white bitches fighting over me." Why would we fight over him, though, after everything she put me through, making her jealous for once was a bit of a rush. 


That's when Morris flexed once more, bursting from his loincloth and presenting that monster member that changed everything about my life inviting me to it once more. He did do something really nice for me today... "why not?" I thought as I unbuckled my seat belt and opened wide.


7 comments:

  1. Excelente como simpre, gran historia <3

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  2. I love this, more please ❤️❤️❤️

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  3. Would love a part 2!

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    1. I'll have to see what other Sophia Bush images/videos I can find and see what I can do!

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