Surprise

Hey Guys,

So I thought this up in several different parts and put it all together on the fly. As a disclaimer, it involves male pregnancy and cross dressing, and transsexualism. Later in the story, I describe features of the characters and don't be confused when I describe boobs as male features, it's part of the story. I hope you enjoy "Surprise."

- The Illumi-Naughty

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Taylor's POV

I jolted awake as the sound of the door opening filled my ears. Casey entered, in full suit and carrying his black leather briefcase. He dropped his briefcase and walked up to the couch, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey, Taylor," he said, "What did you do today?"

I said, "Well, you know, not much. Being pregnant with twins doesn't exactly allow you to do too much at 7 months. Did you get anything from the grocery store?" He replied, with an air of hostility,

"No, babe. I had a very busy day. Did you manage to scrape anything together for dinner?" He took off his jacket, hanging it up.

"Are you kidding me? I can't stand for more than half a minute without thinking these guys are going to pop out of me. It's not like I can make you a gourmet meal." I said angrily, pissed at him for not understanding.

"Me? Kidding you? I know you're the size of a house with our kids, but Taylor, would it kill you to pull up a chair to a counter and chop up some lettuce and cook a little chicken? I make the money now, for this family, and I want to know it's being used well. Buying delivery every night is not using it well." He was pissed now. I shifted in my green shin-length maternity dress for half a second before coming up with an answer.

"What? Okay, first of all, I'm the size of a house because I'm carrying your fucking enormous children, and second of all, maybe I could if we had any chairs, lettuce, or chicken in this fucking apartment! God, you have no idea what it's like being this pregnant." I was angry, hungry, horny, and emotionally unstable. Tears fell from my eyes slowly.

"Bitch, I know what it's like. You sit around the house all day doing fuck all, while I go out and make all the money. You've got it fucking made. Shut up." Casey's words hit me hard. I said, weeping and muffled with tears,

"Men are so stupid. I wish males could understand what it's like to be pregnant, constantly at the mercy of the baby inside you, aching everywhere. I'm going to bed, don't you dare join me." I stormed off, my eyes and face red, crying. He began to protest before I slammed the door behind me. Little did I know, my wish was made on a shooting star just outside my window.

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The next morning, I woke up. I put on my pantsuit, tight around my thin waist. My lack of belly seemed completely normal to me until I walked in to the living room, where Casey sat on the couch, eating a bagel with cream cheese. He wore an elastic dress that went less than halfway down his thighs, which were cleanly shaven like his arms. His boobs, (BOOBS?) huge, were held by the green stretching dress with pale pink seams and spaghetti straps. The huge breasts lay comfortably on his huge, pregnant stomach. I dropped my white purse, which matched my blouse under the black jacket and skirt, in shock. I looked down past my bust, and saw no huge belly. I wondered why I had gotten dressed like this, and it occurred to me that I was going to work. My jaw was still dropped, massively confused. He was pregnant and I wasn't?

"Hey, babe, off to work?" He said, putting the bagel on the coffee table.

"Um, yeah, definitely." I said. I was still out of it, trying to process.

"No you aren't, silly, it's Sunday. You must be on a different clock." Casey said, chuckling.

"Oh, god, I forgot. Thanks for the reminder." I felt stupid.

"You're.... you're.... pregnant." I said, in awe.

"Yes, Taylor, that is how it works. You put these babies in me, and I ended up pregnant. You do know that's what happens, right?" he said, with a look wondering if I was crazy or joking or just dazed, or all of the above.

"Wait... I screwed you? That doesn't make any sense..." I said, still out of it.

"Mhmm, the woman with the huge cock fucked the man with the tiny pussy, how else would it go down? I fucked you? That only happens when you're really in the mood..." He laughed, still questioning my strange look at him. I suddenly became aware of the huge girth between my legs, which was certainly not trying to get inside me. I snapped in to it, trying to figure it out.

"Yeah... Hold on, Casey, I'm really hung over from last night with the girls, and my memory's spotty. Start from the beginning... Why do I have a cock? Why do you have a pussy? Boobs? A huge pregnant belly?" I said, looking a little confused still and even a little horny. I sat on the couch next to him. I suddenly became aware of the boxers under my skirt.

"Well... uh... okay... Here on Downey, everyone's born with two reproductive systems, but my male parts are hidden in an alcove inside my vagina, whereas your vagina is hidden deep inside the folds of your scrotum between your balls. We met at the job agency and hit it off, I liked you for your natural comedian, your great conversation, your quirks, the badly hidden bulge between your legs, the natural male bust which you tell me is a 37DD, the wide hips and smaller arms, and your long hair and well-curved face." He looked amazed and a little disappointed that I was following like I'd heard this for the first time.

"You told me you liked me for my people skills, my romantic side, my cute tight butt and narrow hips, big biceps, and, more recently, the boobs I've grown since pregnancy. We were married ten years ago, and started actually trying to have a baby last year. It's been 7 months since that night, and the doctors say it'll be another two and a half because of how big the babies are. You work at Banks & Bauer, where you're an accountant. You always made more money than me. Is it coming back?" He finished, looking at me intently. I had done accounting, I suppose it wouldn't be hard to do it again.

I began, massaging my temples, "Yes, Casey, honey, it's coming back to me. Thank you. Do you need anything?" I reminisced to when I was pregnant. He had never asked me that question. Casey looked surprised.

"Well, though you do so much already, I don't think the triplets and I wouldn't mind a massage..." He trailed off, my hand reaching for his belly. I looked at his bust, stretching the dress to the max. The thought of sucking them spurred me on for some strange reason. Screwing Casey had never occurred to me, but it sure as hell sounded appealing right now.

"Sure, baby, just wait a few minutes. I don't want to wear my work clothes all day." I said, getting up to go to our room.

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Pregnant Casey's Point of View

I watched Taylor go up the steps and close the door behind her. What was up with her today? Had she really come home that drunk? I stroked my belly under my dress. T4he stretchy elastic did little to hide my enormous figure. I pulled the pink edge lining down my legs, the light green fabric rubbing hard on my body as I pulled the dress down. It pulled back as I let go, and the dress barely went below my ass cheeks. I realized I was soaking wet down there. I was horny as hell, though I was trying to hide it. I rubbed my belly again as she walked back in, wearing her t-shirt, which hung off her boobs and loosely draped off her nipples, and her denim skirt, from which would hang her enormous meat stick if she weren't wearing underwear.

"So how about that belly rub, huh babe?" She said, sitting down next to me. She put her hand back on my engorged stomach, rubbing intensely and moving down to my naked thighs. She kneaded my hairless legs, before moving back up. With one hand, she massaged my back, relieving pressure. With the other, she slowly circled my navel with her palm. She drew her hands away.

"Casey, why don't you lie on your belly. I'll get better access to the tight muscles in your back, I can feel a lot of tension..." She was halfway through that last sentence before I obediently lay on my stomach on the couch. I lay my forearms on one side of the couch, ass up, lying on my stomach with my back arched backwards. Taylor straddled my thighs, inching closer on her knees to my ass. She lay her hands on my shoulders, and I let out a soft moan as she pressed, poked, and kneaded my shoulder muscles. As she inched forward a little more, my dress gave up on its grip to my ass. It let go, snapping up to my back. My ass was just below her scrotum, and the soaking wet holes were only blocked by the pink thong.

"Oops" I say. Taylor reaches for my collarbone, but is a little too far away to get to them.

"Here, I'll back up." I say, inching towards him. My huge abdomen held the dress tight, but the couch had better friction. As the bottom of the dress crossed my navel, it naturally compressed and snapped up to my breasts. My abdomen was now uncovered, my naked belly pressed against the leather couch. Taylor was moving his hands down my hugely muscular arms, squeezing them tightly. She moved her hands to around my last ribs, kneading my body with her fingers. She lay down on me, her bust supporting her weight on the middle of my back. She held her arms like she was hugging me from behind, and rubbed my stretch-marked skin. I moaned softly as the babies kicked, feeling their mother's hands on their father's belly.

I pulled my hands up, grabbing my dress on either side, a few inches below my armpits. Slowly but surely I pulled the dress off, left with the pink lace straps around my diaphragm and waist, the latter of which was transversed by the narrow hot pink strap that covered my holes. The same hot pink silk fabric held my huge breasts to my body. I sat up straight on my knees, pulling her with me on my back. I stood up next to the couch, taking her with me. Taylor turned me around, and kissed me passionately. She wrapped her hands around me, still not coming up for air. Taylor's tongue invaded my mouth as I pulled off her shirt. The bronze skin contrasted the white bra, concealing pale white tan lines. Her gray denim short skirt practically fell off.

Taylor pushed me in front of her, oblivious of where we were going. She walked me in to the dinner table, passionately kissing me. As we continued our game of tonsil hockey, she reached her arms around me and unhooked my bra. The pink silk lace fell to the ground, and she bent at the knees and released my face. Taylor began to squeeze my tits, whose nipples were big and perky. She sucked on them, causing me to moan loudly. My cries of pleasure spurred her on, and she squeezed one in each hand as she switched back and forth, licking every inch of my sensitive nips. Soon, milk squeezed out of the tips, and every drop was sucked out by Taylor. I looked down at her, seeing her cock practically burst the briefs. She let go, and mother's milk dripped heavily from my nipples as we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. I guided her up the stairs in to the bedroom.

She took the lead. Taylor caressed my stomach, guiding me. She pushed me back, and I landed on the bed. She climbed on top of me, placing her small, careless weight on my big, sturdy belly. I reached up and pulled her bra off. It was tossed off the side of the bed. Taylor pushed her tits into my face, and I began to suck gladly. I grabbed her breasts, licking the nipples over many times. She moaned, breathing in sharply as I continued to arouse her. I rolled on to my side, and pushed her to the pillows. Straddling her, my tongue traveled around each breast before my lips puckered up. I kissed her body, traveling slowly down her flat abdomen. Soon, I got to her underwear. The white briefs stretched incredibly tight around her monster girth and huge balls.

I kissed the white fabric, teasing her. I stroked the length of her shaft, and she groaned as I teased the tip. I pulled them off slowly, slapped in the face by an 11 inch, 2" diameter white monster cock. Taylor's moans got louder. I grabbed the base of her cock, leaning down under her orange-sized scrotum. I licked the reddish skin, traveling up. I took one of her grapes in my mouth, applying suction and a light bite. She moaned loudly, more and more aroused. I repeated the process on the other, before plunging my face between them. My lips soon touched her slit, her glorious lips clenched tightly together. With a little bit of moist pressure from my tongue, it opened up nicely. I brought a finger up, plunging it inside her tiny cunt. Taylor squealed, pleasured immensely. I kept moving, kissing up the monstrous shaft. As I kissed the head, another finger penetrated her tiny slit, causing her to elicit another moan. Taylor squealed as I took the head of her monster meat in my mouth, pumping my fingers in and out. Her breathing got heavier and her moans got louder as I descended the shaft and added a third finger. I pumped her cock in and out of my mouth, shoving the head deep down my throat. Soon I felt her pussy clench tight around my fingers, and then they were sprayed with her pussy juice. A good and obedient husband, I licked it all up.

"Ready?" I said to her, offering up my ass. My pussy dripped a trickle of juices down my thighs as I sat on all fours and looked back at her as she pulled off my panties.

"Fuck, yes!" She moaned, pressing her cock head up to my tiny, tight pussy. I screamed with pleasure as the reddish pink head pressed in to my virgin-like tight cunt. She pushed in further, and my tiny snatch swallowed the cock like a volleyball going through a hoop earring. With a lot of squeals, bucks, moans and groans, I managed to take 8 inches. Taylor pulled out a little, giving me a reprieve. Before I could catch my breath, though, she thrust into me. My pussy strained, but took all eleven inches of the monster girth. I screamed loudly with pleasure, the babies kicking.

I clutched the sheets, bracing myself for the brutal pump of her cock. Taylor, gracefully, started slow, pushing in and out with a slow rhythm. The beat got faster, and my moans could be heard next door, even though I squealed into the sheets. The rhythm sped up more and more, until her balls pounded my bean and the stubble of her pubic hair brushed my asshole. I squealed louder and louder, pounded more and more quickly by the monster meat. I felt myself get closer to climaxing, and as my pussy pulsated with vigor, squeezing the base of Taylor's monster, I let out the loudest moan I had made in a very long time. Amazingly, Taylor wasn't done yet. Her gigantic meat stick still stood proud and tall. She pulled out, soaked in my juices. Taylor replaced her cock head on my asshole.

"No, Tay, I can't take it in there!" I yelled as she pushed her head inside me. I screamed, my asshole stretched out massively by the monster between my narrow hips. Taylor pushed further in, and my pussy tightened back up, recovered from the monster dick. She pushed the shaft further in to me, shoving the girth of a baguette into a hole the size of a wedding ring. It went deeper and deeper, me screaming the whole while. Suddenly, I felt her nuts brush up against my pussy. Taylor righted me, and we were both on our knees for a second before she pulled me back down so I was sitting on her hips. I was in control now.

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Taylor's POV

I lay on the bed, my cock balls-deep in Casey. I grabbed my tits, caressing them as he built up the strength to stand up a little. Casey did a half turn around, so he was facing me. His dripping wet pussy leaked on to my waistline. Casey straightened his legs, pulling off of me a little. He leaned back, resting on his hands like a crab-walk. Casey descended my cock, taking it all back in. I continued to play with my breasts as my pregnant husband bounced his ass up and down my huge cock. I felt amazing, moaning loudly, but not screaming as loud as him.

His ass tightened and pulsed, conforming to my cock. His slight pain was masked entirely by the huge noises of pleasure he was making. Casey rode my cock, pumping it in and out of him like a slut. I was so turned on, watching the hugely pregnant man bounce up and down on my cock. I felt myself beginning to climax, and quickly reached a hand under myself and fingered my pussy. One of the most intense orgasms I had ever had overtook my body, and I twitched and bucked as cum spewed from my cock. I was ejaculating for a full minute and a half, my holes throbbing with pleasure as buckets of semen filled the asshole of the pregnant Casey. Casey got off my cock, collapsing next to me. I hugged his belly from behind as I curled up, my chin on his collarbone. I fell asleep spooning him from behind.

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Pregnant Casey's POV-8 days later

I woke up. It was monday morning, 11. Taylor wouldn't be home for four hours, she'd been working since 8 this morning. Her company had a policy on getting payment while the couple was pregnant. 40 hours a week, and the weekly payment stayed. Taylor was the big guy at his company, she had whatever hours she wanted and got paid a lot of money. My business wasn't as lucrative, but I would be collecting maternity pay until the babies were one year old. Since Taylor's weird moment the other week, we'd been very attentive to our sex organs. I got out of the bed, butt-naked. My asshole burned from the treating it had gotten last night. The bed was in the center of one wall, and had desks on either side. The other three walls were glass, and on each glass-to-glass corner there was a dresser that rose out of the floor. On the glass wall opposite the bed, there was the door, which led out on to a huge patio. The house was enormous.

I walked out on to the patio, still nude, and in to the kitchen, where I turned on the espresso machine. The same glass walls were here. I descended two stairs that ran the length of the house, down to a dining room table and a living room. Still the same glass walls. Minus one wall that had a kitchen on one side and the master bedroom on the other, this was a glass house. The roof and floors were not glass, though, they were quality wood. The espresso machine made a beeping noise, and I picked up my coffee. I moved outside and sat on the patio, in a big wooden patio chair with cream colored leather cushions. I lay my espresso on my naked belly, sipping it slowly. The sun beat down softly, tanning me. It was 85 degrees. Perfect weather.

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Dear Reader,

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The Illuminaughty