[Acknowledgement of inspiration to CDE and John Feer]
I just cannot understand why Diana keeps having so many "accidents" since she has become my wife. Before, she never ... I guess that's confusing, so let me start over.
My name is Steve and I'm a retired military officer. For copyright reasons, I can't tell you my last name or Diana's maiden name. I had been in love with Diana for many years before she finally and suddenly accepted my long-standing proposal of marriage. Besides the length of our courtship, starting back during WWII, there is nothing too unusual about that. What's unusual is that Diana, although I didn't know that was her name at the time, is a superheroine. I can't be too explicit, except to say she's a woman who is wonderfully stacked, wears a skimpy star-spangled costume, and goes around saving the world.
Well, I actually do a good bit of the saving, but she always gets the credit. I think the TV crews just love to zoom in on those DD boobs as she hands the mad scientist, alien monster, or political terrorist over to the authorities. Take the caper just before we married.
Something, a meteorite supposedly, had crashed into a remote ranching area out West. Soon reports began arriving of women in the area being molested by some sort of creature. International Defense Intelligence Agency sent me and the superheroine I loved to investigate. I interviewed the women while she scoured the area for the spaceship, for that's what IDIA now thought it was.
The stories I got from the women were all similarly vague. A creature, described always as large, dark, and humanoid, attacked women when they were alone. The descriptions of the creature were all pretty disgusting -- snouts, multiple limbs -- but afterwards the women didn't seen upset about the attack. None could remember much, but they got a kind of happy, dreamy look on their faces when they tried. Stranger still, several of the husbands pulled me aside later to tell me that since the "attack" their wives had been acting quite odd, not that they were complaining. Let me transcribe my notes of one typical statement:
"It's great, buddy! Suddenly Mary Jane wants to do it all the f_ _ _ ing time, I mean like EVERY f_ _ _ ing DAY. I used to have to threaten to let my mother move in with us to get a BJ; now she's turned into a cum addict. She loves to kneel there in front of me and suck on my rod. I swear, I think she orgasms just from having it in her mouth, although she sometimes says it's too bad I have only one! She doesn't get tired, but she does get so worked up that she just has to get f _ _ _ed. She begs me for it. And before she would never let me eat her; now she can't get enough of that, either, except she gets so worked up and wants me to ... like I said."
"Hell, she wants sex so bad all the time I've been able to get her to act more like a woman, like ditching all those goddamned pantyhose and ordering a bunch of sexy stockings and bras from the mail-order catalogue. And I've got her actually wearing the sexy pajamas I've been buying her for Valentine's day and anniversary since we married. When we go out square dancin' she wears skirts short enough to make my buddies envious, and around home, she just runs around in scanties."
"But the best thing, and this was her idea, she's let me knock her up again, like I've been wantin' to ever since our youngest went off to school. From the first time we f_ _ _ ed after the attack, she didn't make me wear a condom. She's promised to quit her job at the bank and stay home raisin' me a whole 'second family.'"
I just hoped the maternity ward in the little community hospital could handle the business!
I finished the interviews in less than a day but Diana hadn't come back to the Hotel, (separate rooms
Unfortunately just at that moment, the creature gained the upper hand, somehow being able to flip Diana over so that he was now on top. I was now able to see his advantage. Besides two strong arms he had two tentacles growing from his chest and he was using them to torment poor Diana's breasts. Worse, I hadn't noticed when he did it but he had gotten yet another tentacle in her, er, feminine parts. The pain must have been terrible for Diana was incoherent, screaming, "Oh, no, not my tits! Uuuuuh! Great Hera you're big. You're splitting me in two. AHHHH!"
I saw my poor Diana suffering terribly, but I could do nothing. She was flailing her head from side to side and moaning so that I couldn't get off a clear shot. Then the creature went rigid shuddered and threw himself down onto Diana, letting out an ear-splitting roar. Whatever he did must have hurt Diana, too, for she screamed too and passed out. The creature remained on her for a few minutes and then crawled off, a huge satisfied smile on his disgusting face. I incinerated him instantly with a blast from my IADI-issue laser pistol.
Diana was still only half conscious when I got her back to the hotel and cleaned off gob and gobs of a sticky blue goo that the monster had leaked all over her. There even seemed to be some up in her er, feminine parts, because after cleaning her up, more kept oozing out and running down her leg. Strangely while she was unconscious, she had a big smile on her face, maybe because she realized she was safe with me. Stranger still was her reaction when she regained consciousness and I told her about killing the monster. She must have still been in some kind of shock, because she broke down, sobbing, "But he was so good, so big. He was the best!" It was almost as if she had lost a lover.
She soon came to her senses, however, and several weeks later Diana, my secretary, who had always been IDIA's contact with its resident superheroine, had a message from her for me. "She has surprise for you, if you'd like to meet her at my house for a drink after work." Since I knew Diana was a respectable woman and nothing untoward would happen, I accepted. When we arrived and closed the door, Diana gave a little twirl and suddenly, there was the woman, the superheroine I loved. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Diana explained that she and my superheroine heartthrob were one and the same woman. "I'm the surprise." That was when she told me that after that last rescue, she had thought it over and had decided to marry me, "And let you take care of me all the time, darling."
I was so happy that I got a little carried away drinking wine and, I'm ashamed to admit, we wound up having sex that night even though we were not married yet. At least I guess that's what happened. The last I remember Diana and I were in bed and she pulled down her star spangled tights and let me worship her, er, feminine parts. The next morning she told me I had been wonderful, but that we mustn't do it again until the honeymoon. I agreed that was the proper thing, but I did wish I had been able to remember doing the improper thing for the first time.
I'd barely moved in with her, a surprisingly large house for her salary as a secretary, and started planning the wedding, when Diana had another surprise for me. "Darling, we're going to he hearing the pitter-patter-putter of little feet around here!" she told me. I was a little confused, wondering if it was possible to make Diana pregnant on just one night when I couldn't even remember "doing it." But Diana was so happy, I had to be happy for her too. I remembered the night we made love the first time (I guess) she had told me she wanted to have lots of little ones and that I'd better like being married to a pregnant woman, because that's how she was going to stay. I liked the idea, I just never expected it to start so soon.
Diana still insisted that she should "save herself" (at least what was left) for me until the wedding so we couldn't have sex, but that oral sex, at least me licking her, er, feminine parts didn't count. I pointed out that a recent US President had said that blowjobs don't count as sex either, but Diana was adamant that good girls didn't do that until after they were married. (Unfortunately, I later discovered she believes that decent wives don't do it either, at least not with their husbands.)
I think this was about the time things really started to get weird. My fiancée was still very much the superheroine, flying off thither and yon, leaving me to take care of the house and wedding arrangements. But whereas before she was always successful in her exploits, now she came staggering home defeated time and again. She admitted that when she faced a criminal, or terrorist, or alien life form, more often than not, she wound up with some sort of male organ in her. She said that my being there to soothe and lick the spawn, or seed, or ichor out of her poor battered, er, feminine parts with my tongue showed how much I loved her and made her love me all the more.
Eventually, I began to suspect that the sexual abuse by her opponents wasn't exactly involuntary. "OK, it's the pregnancy, darling. Just thinking about having an offspring inside me makes me horny all the time. As soon as some villain pats my toosh or squeezes a tit or slides a finger or tentacle into my, er, feminine parts, I just get so aroused, I have to let him have his way with me. For example the Octothorian I tried to capture last week. I struggled as hard as I could. It was so terrible darling! It has its disgusting tentacles all over me, and I do mean all over me...."
It came out that her defeat at the hands, or assorted extremities, of these foes even included giving the BJ's she denied me. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but when I have a big drooling organ in my face I just have to suck it. Seems I'm just so weak when I'm around a powerful male of any species."
That did not make me feel too good, as Diana was not too weak around ME to keep telling me to wait until after the wedding. She did relent, however, and agree to get me off with a hand job after I'd cleaned up her spawn, or seed, or ichor-filled, er, feminine parts especially well.
Once she started to show, she did slow down and stopped accepting off-Earth assignments to battle sic-fi monsters. The constant defeats were doing nothing for her reputation, anyway. "Slowing down," on the other hand may not be quite the right word. She was involved in an undercover operation that she couldn't tell even me anything about. It consisted of her dressing in mufti, spikey heels, tiny little miniskirts made shorter by her growing belly, and garish makeup, and going out to bars and clubs several nights a week. When I told her she looked like a slut she just kissed me. "Do you really think so, darling? Oh, thank you!"
Worse than the whorish clothing she had to wear on these assignments, was the way she came home after them. Her make-up would be runny, her skirt and blouse torn and soiled, ladders in her stockings and her hair disheveled. She never came home with panties, if she left with any. Diana looked like she'd been f_ _ _ ed six ways from Sunday, which I guessed she had been. When I asked her if she wasn't just going out to f_ _ _ guys for fun, she became really hurt. "How can you say that darling? It's true I have a weakness for big macho types because of the pregnancy, and I do sometimes get carried away and let several guys do me one after the other, but YOU are the only man I love. YOU are the man who is going to marry me and who will be the daddy of all our children," she pouted. That did make me feel a little better, but I was still frustrated that so many other men were getting to f_ _ _ her pretty, er, feminine parts and I wasn't.
The only good thing was that at least the f_ _ _-sauce I lapped out of her, er, feminine parts tasted better now. (Some of those aliens had REALLY foul-tasting goo!) Well, another good thing was that I had gotten so good at eating her, er feminine parts, that she was letting me do it even when she wasn't full of some villain's come. Then, too, she was giving me hand jobs more regularly now and seemed to be growing attached to my "cute little thingie."
As Diana's belly swelled, her "undercover" activities became more extreme; sometimes she didn't come in for days, especially when she had to work Shriner conventions and frat parties. I asked her how it was she was able to f_ _ _ up a storm with out loosing her superpowers but she explained that since she was being overpowered by lust caused by the pregnancy, she wasn't really "giving herself" to a man. "They just take me," she giggled.
Still, I was concerned enough by her activities to insist on accompanying her to one of her visits to her gynecologist. The large bald head and leering eyes of Dr Lexlu Thor (if I got his name right) didn't inspire confidence in me, but Diana certainly liked him. As soon as we got into his office she fairly flew into his arms and got a very un-professional looking smooch. He wasted no time beginning his examination, grabbing her ass and beginning to palpate it even as they kissed.
"So how's my big preggy girl?" he chuckled. "Let's have a look at that [feminine part] of yours." I had always thought that the patient undressed herself privately and slipped on some kind of gown, but Dr. Thor was helping Diana shuck her clothes as quickly as possible, as if he were eager to f _ _ _ her. "Man o man, Diana," he marveled and he ran a tape measure around her bare belly, "Another two inches since last Tuesday. I think you'd better be prepared for a multiple. And these jobbies!" I though he was feeling of her breasts in a rather too-friendly way as he shook his head in admiration. "What are you up to now, honey, EEE? I guess you're ready for however many little mouths you have to feed."
Laying her down on the examination table and putting her feet up in those stirrups, he began an intense examination of Diana's breasts. She didn't seem to mind, for whenever he asked how it felt, she just moaned, "Oh, good, soooo gooood!" Proclaiming himself satisfied with the development of her breasts, Dr. Thor moved on to inspect "your business end." I was rather alarmed at the size of the instrument he began slowly to insert into Diana's, er, feminine parts. At first I thought she found it uncomfortable, for she was grunting and moaning, but once it was all the way in, and the doctor began rhythmically moving it in and out until she became used to it, she seemed to find it almost pleasant. "Oh yes, speculum me, speculum me!" she gasped.
I was even more surprised to see what came next. Dr. Thor was asking how well and how often she was orgasming when he seemed to take seriously Diana's jocular reply, "Why don't you 'come' see." Apparently this optional part of the examination consisted in the doctor inserting his fingers and then his tongue into her, er, feminine parts, just as if he were giving her oral sex. Her reaction, repeated, screaming, spasming climaxes were similar, too. I was a little hurt; I though she could only come that hard with me, but I supposed that he was a women's doctor and had the practice of doing this with several women every day. I'd never seen a gynecological examination before.
Eventually I was able to get in my questions whether it was wise for Diana to continue going out at night, letting all kinds of strange men f_ _ _ her. "It certainly is NOT," he replied and looked down at Diana frowning. My heart skipped with joy. "You know what I've told you, my dear, you MUST confine yourself to the really big, well hung ones. They're the only ones who can can stretch you an give you the massive orgasms that are so good for what's in here." He gave her naked tummy an affectionate pat. Diana said she was trying, but sometimes the best she could do was am eight or nine incher, although she admitted ones that small didn't do much for her.
Lexlu Thor looked pensively at her for a moment and wrote out a prescription. "I'm afraid, my dear that you've reached the stage where you need more reliable stimulation than picking up guys hit or miss in bars and clubs, even inner city ones." He pulled out a long cylindrical object. "The Stanley Orgasmatronic is just what the doctor ordered, fifteen inches and 750 watts of pure pleasure for your [feminine parts]!"
Then he asked her if she was ready for her weekly lubrication. "Oh baby, am I!" she responded. As well as I can make out, Dr. Thor believed that the, er, feminine parts of a pregnant woman needed to be "lubricated" frequently with male semen. I'd never heard of that, but medical science is creating new wonders every day, so I didn't object. Diana' legs were still obscenely splayed on the table and to my surprise, the doctor merely dropped his pants, walked up, and thrust his male member directly into Diana's rather moist, er, feminine parts. Apparently she was eager to get the procedure over with rapidly because she was imploring him, "Faster you b _ _ _ _ _ d, faster! Lubricate me, lubricate me! Oh, s _ _ t yes, oil my gears!"
After the doctor delivered a rather astonishing volume of lubricant into Diana's, er, feminine parts, I expected the procedure to be complete, but such was not the case. Lowering the table and releasing Diana's feet from the stirrups, he had her turn onto her stomach and raise her ass so he could apply lubricant from a different angle. I had to admire the doctor's thoroughness and wondered how many years of medical school were required to develop his technique. As he vigorously lubricated her again, it looked remarkably like what some of my friends had called a "doggy f _ _ _." I knew this was deeply humiliating to Diana, notwithstanding her moans and grunts that might be taken for enjoyment, and I realized just what sacrifices a mother was willing to make for the good of her child. When she came again, I cried for joy and pride, thinking, "You're a wonder, woman."
Diana was almost comatose when we left the clinic. I had to leave her unattended as I received the astonishing bill:
Gluteal Examination$ 35.00 Disrobing$ 45.00 Table prep$ 25.00 Abdominal cadaster$ 75.00 Breast examination ($15.00/cup size 9 x 2 x $15)$270.00 Observation by SO$100.00 Standard lubrication$100.00 Underbody lubrication$150.00 Total $800.00
It certainly was a detailed bill, if on the high side, but I didn't argue, being in a hurry to get Diana home. I knew that after a session like this afternoon, I would have a big job of soothing on my hands, or rather, all over my face.
I have to say that Stanley Orgasmatronic was a godsend! The undercover assignments practically disappeared as Diana became too busy with her new friend. She still liked me to wake her up with a tongue in her, er feminine parts, but as soon as I leave to make breakfast, I notice the lights dim when Diana poweres up that monster for the first session of the day. I've had to install three-phase wiring for our bedroom as a safety precaution.
The rest of the pregnancy proceeded tranquilly. Diana ate -- Lord how she ate -- and came and slept. God she looked beautiful in that over-stretched lycra costume, the panties soaked with her, er, feminine parts-juice, peacefully zonked after a multi-orgasmic encounter with Stanley. She must have put on 50-60 lbs. and I was hoping that she would keep most of the gain in bust and hips.