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It only took a month the see a subtle change. Two months in, I really started to feel it. It had been years since I didn’t have a regular workout routine but in an effort to show Brad how committed I was to him, I was all in on role-playing my pregnancy. Not only was I feeling the additional weight I had put on, but it was noticeable to my family and friends. I blamed the lack of working out on a nagging back injury. I wrote off my drastic change in eating habits to stress from work. In just over two months I had gained twenty-three pounds. I knew I was on the right track when my brother sarcastically validated my effort.”Dude, if you gain any more weight, people are going to think you’re pregnant.”Mission accomplished.Brad noticed the change as well and on each of his visits, he played his role of expectant father extremely well. As sexual as we remained, he also became much more nurturing and supportive. He knew this was killing me. Three months and thirty-one pounds into my experience, I anxiously made my way to his hotel room as I always did when he arrived to find that sexy lingerie had been replaced by very comfortable by stylish looking maternity ware. I held it up and looked at myself in the mirror.”As long as he loved me,” I thought to myself.Brad returned from his meetings to find me doing my nails in a bra and panties.”Do you know how much I love you?” he asked.”Are you just saying that or do you really love me?”He isvecbahis sat down next to me and kissed me, rubbing my fat belly as he did.”What would you say if I suggested we go on a vacation together? I have a conference in Florida next month and I was thinking about getting us a nice exclusive beachfront condo right on the ocean.””I’d say I’d be really interested if you told me you were leaving your wife, but I assume this is the part where you share with me that she can’t make it so why not bring me instead?”His silence proved I knew him all too well.”Listen, I really don’t fucking care why. But yeah, I’m in. What the fuck. Let me ask you a question though. What if I told you I wanted to start transitioning to be a girl full time? Do you ever think there would really be an ‘us’?”And now, I caught him off guard.”That’s an interesting proposition. We’ve never really talked about that before,” Brad responded as he relaxed on the couch.”I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I never thought I would want to transition and give up being a man. I’m sure there are steps and a process. I’m just saying I would think about it if I knew I had the right person to support me.””But sweetie, you would be giving up everything. What would your family say? And would you change everything? I kind of like your cock,” Brad responded, sliding his hands between my thighs, rubbing my cock softly over the satin panties I was wearing.”I isveçbahis giriş don’t know. I’ll tell you what I do want though,” I said as I put down the jar of nail polish and moved the coffee table away.Brad started to loosen his belt as I got on my knees in front of him. I could see his cock start to get hard as I worked his pants off over his feet. As I pulled down his briefs, his cock sprang out. I loved the fact that he got so turned on, so quickly. I took it in my hand and slowly started to stroke it. He leaned back on the couch.I slowly took his cock in my mouth. First, the tip, and then I attached my lips to his shaft. My lips slowly made their way to the bottom. I paused for a moment, gagging slightly as I did, and then worked my lips and tongue back to the head. I licked down the side toward his balls. I loved sucking on his nuts. I played with them in my hand for a moment, kissed them softy, and then took both of them in my mouth at once. I loved how smooth they felt against my tongue. I licked both of them, continuing to stroke his cock as I did. As much as I would always lose myself in the moment, I loved watching as Brad worked up to his orgasm. He would always tell me how much better I sucked his cock than his wife. I was in the mood to hear it again.I took my mouth off his balls for a moment and asked, “Who is the best cock sucker you know?””You know you are,” he said without hesitation.”I’m even better isveçbahis yeni giriş than your wife?””Of course you are.”I smiled as I took all of his cock again. It wouldn’t take him long to cum and I would get the pleasure of swallowing all of his sweet jizz. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about his cum filling my mouth. I started to quicken the pace of my mouth and lips on his cock. I could feel him getting harder. My mind wandered to the sensation of him sticking his dick in my dripping wet pussy and fucking me uncontrollably. I felt Brad’s hands move in behind my head pushing my mouth down further on his cock, fucking my mouth as his hips slapped against my face. As much as I loved his sweet side, I loved aggressive Brad even more.It was a second later that I felt the first shot of cum hit the roof of my mouth, followed by a steady stream that very quickly filled me up. I slowly swallowed it all, savoring the taste and licking my lips clean. Brad fell back onto the couch. I sat down next to him and grabbed my nail polish to finish the last few toenails that needed paint.Brad’s three-day stay was filled with plenty of pampering, a lot of great sex, and more than a few conversations about how different things would be if I were a girl. The final night included a trip to a very nice restaurant with a very private table. I was wearing the black velvet jumpsuit he had bought me that really accentuated my large belly. The feeling of the soft fabric rubbing against my skin felt so nice. I was drawing smiles from other women sitting and having dinner. The hostess, an attractive woman in her forties, whispered in my ear as I sat down.
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