The Futa and the Cuck's Wife

Andrew finally awoke in the midst of the sweat and semen in the bed. Sticky, he felt sick to his stomach, and rose himself from the bed, Isabella sleeping next to him, and Emma still on the floor, a cum covered mess, but still asleep. He covered his mouth feeling vomit and he quietly left the bed, creaking as it adjusted to his absence, after all, he wanted to be absent after all the humiliation, and the subtle removal of his dignity. What was he thinking really, letting it go so far? Hell, did he even have a choice, after all, it was made abundantly clear by Isabella that consent was not required. The collar on him was a reminder of her ownership of him, of his wife, and of his life.

He hurried to the bathroom, closed the door, and heaved vomit into the toilet. The salty disgusting bitter taste left his lips with each passing hurl. Several heaves he made before feeling lightheaded and he flushed the toilet, put the seat down and sat on it. An exasperated exhale left his mouth as he considered, looking forward for his leave to end, and just around the corner, he could escape Isabella's manipulative grasp on his life, on his heart, yes, and no. He felt something he didn't want to feel, an attachment which he wanted to severe. Perhaps time away from this horrid hovel he once bought in his name would relieve him of that.

Feeling exhausted, and he wanted a shower, but was still disgusted ad fatigued from last night's hard fucking, he couldn't compel himself to get in the shower. Isabella was a sex crazed lunatic who used her phallus, and even when he slept, he knew and understood what awaited him the next day, another fucking, more humiliation, and more cuckholding that he didn't sign up for, but that didn't change that fact that he was just a beta male, and her 'cuckie'. He stood and leaned against the sink, turned the cold water on, and made a cup with his hands and brought it to his lips. He didn't want to look himself in the mirror, not yet, but he cupped some more water and splashed it on his face. Taking a cloth, he wiped his face clean before his eyes revealed to him for what he was.

He gasped.

He didn't recognize himself. His hair was brown, but soft and parted with bangs, and slightly longer than he remembered, but not terribly so. Freckles appeared on his face, and the stubble he once had on his face the previous night was gone. Did Isabella shave his face when he was sleeping? He felt the structure of his face, and that too was unusual, unnatural even. The structure was more angular, but soft. Even his mouth he couldn't recognize. Gazing downward as he realized the unthinkable, and the impossible, he saw two pairs of large breasts where his chest was, and underneath towards his waist, his penis was gone, and to replace it was a cleanly shaven vagina.

Mouth dropped, and he let out a scream, and of all the horrible things he recognized, even his voice, was the most changed of all, an alto on the higher side, but not quite yet a soprano.

"What's that noise?" he heard his wife yawning awake.

No. She mustn't see him like this. What was happening to him? He panicked, flustered and he put pressure on the door to prevent it from being opened on the other side. His strength was still there, fortunately, but what changed him?

"Abigail," Isabella called. "What's wrong? Open the door, we won't hurt you."

He wasn't certain what he was terrified of more. His wife seeing his current condition? The inconsiderate change of his body? That Isabella was at the other side of that door, hopefully not with a raging hard on, or that Isabella sounded notably different and less of a domineering presence on the other side of this door. This heart pounded, but when he turned to the door he realized there wasn't a place to hide, no where to go, and to return to the Army like this was going to raise unwanted questions, and probably get placed in a ward to either get fixed. What would his parents say? His brother and sister? They'd disown him if they found out.

He finally let the door in, and Emma backed away, hand to her lips. Isabella sneered but pushed right past his wife and touched his shoulder. But it was a gentle touch, nothing more than a simple love tap as she looked into his eyes. She raised another hand, caressing his cheek gently with her thumb, and he was captivated by her presence. Quite in fact, he nearly forgot Emma was right behind Isabella, despite still hearing some giggling as the door then closed shut.

"I'm sorry, Abigail," she said.

"A--Andrew," his feminine voice said.

"Abigail," her free hand cupped one of his breasts. He stepped away covering himself and he could see her half erect cock flirting with his kneecap. "I should have mention before I was fucking the man in you that my cum is infused with estrogen. Since you've been drinking it by the gallons, through more holes than one, it slowly changed you."

"No," he gasped. "No, I need to--"

"You can't change back," Isabella approached him. He flinched as she reached for his cheek again. "The amount of testosterone you'd have to take wouldn't be enough when I keep pumping my cum into you. Besides," she touched his buttocks and pulled him closer to her, their breasts rubbing against each other. "You want a child, don't you? This is how I make that happen."

"But--"

She pressed two fingers to his lips before he could object. Turning her head slightly with a sly smile upon her lips, she shook her head to tell him to shut up and listen.

"I'm not going to fuck you tomorrow," she touched his chin, tilting it up, pecking him on the lips. "I'm going to make sweet, sweet love to you, Abigail. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yu--yes," he stammered.

"Good," she smiled back. "What's your name?"

"My name is--" he felt his mind being turned to mush with the reprogramming she instilled in him. He wasn't sure what it was about her, or if it was something awoken inside him. But his identity for who he once was was being erased by simply admitting his name. "Abigail."

"Good, Abigail," she kissed him again. "I'm going to make love to the woman that's been you all this time. You just didn't know it. When I get back from work tomorrow, I expect you to be dressed up for me. I trust Emma will make you nice and pretty for me."

"Abigail," Emma called her name.

She wasn't still sure how she felt about the current name change, but now since he transitioned, albeit against his will and knowledge, he now was a she. Sitting on the bed wearing generic pants and a shirt, her nipple poked at it. Unable to recognize her body, she knew that Andrew was gone; Isabella killed him with her impressive member which she was now enthralled with and enslaved to its influence upon both her and Emma. She looked out the window as she awaited her wife's call.

"I'm coming up," she turned to the door as it started creaking. "Hey. You're going to love this."

Emma pulled out an impressive bag which had a variety of women's clothing. They were revealing and still, Abigail was none too sure how soon she could get used to the woman's clothing as she was certain Isabella would demand she wear. Just another collar, after all. Another nail in the coffin to remove Andrew entirely from the picture.

"Must I really do this?"

"You want a baby like me, don't you?" Emma touched her belly, smiling. "She's kicking. Feel it!"

Emma guided her hand over her belly, and she felt the movement of the baby inside. Already forming healthily, she presumed. Whatever sex the baby would be born as would be strong and vibrant. What would it be? Male, female? Or like Isabella, a Futa? He didn't know how the chromosomes were going to work with the pregnancy and was none too certain how it would change him entirely.

"They're healthy," she smiled. "Did you and Isabella pick a name out yet? Do you know what sex it is?"

"Female," Emma smiled. "A little girl we'll have. I wonder if Isabella will bless you with a beautiful little boy. But enough chit chat now, let's get you dressed and presentable for her. She'll be here in an hour, and I bought some makeup specially for you."

Emma helped Abigail with the donning of the clothing. The red bra supported her breasts, and the stockings rolled up over her pelvis. A green dress was placed over her, and the makeup. Black eye shadow covered her eyes, and red lipstick. Emma took her to the mirror, and she looked at her features. It was strange, to look I the mirror and not recognize herself. This was a complete stranger, even his height changed, shorter. As she looked at the features of her new body, as alien as it was, she couldn't help but admit that if she still had Andrew's penis, it would be excited.

"Oh, Abigail, you're so beautiful," Emma wrapped her arms from behind, kissing her gently on the cheek. "I could just kiss you, but Isabella made it clear now. You're hers tonight. And we're not allowed to play until she's done with you tonight. She wants your virginity as untainted."

"But--but--" she stammered as Emma made her way to the door. "Where are you going?"

"Oh," Emma said, blowing a kiss as she opened the door. "I'm going out with some friends tonight. Isabella is going to be intimate with you, real intimate. I kind of can't be here for that, so I'm going out, but don't worry. She'll be home soon, I'm sure."

The doorbell rang, and she was frivolous. Wearing high heels wasn't something she was used to yet, and already nearly fell down the stairs, grabbing hold of the railing before the fall was committed. Getting to the ground floor she clumsily walked to the door, opening it, and Isabella was there, dressed in a fine green dress, a necklace of pearls, and a small purse. She also had a bouquet of flowers, which she presented.

"Well," she smiled. "Abigail, are you going to invite me in?"

"Yuu--" she stammered, taking the bouquet, sniffing it like she imagined was appropriate. "Do come in."

Already she felt the dynamic change between them, the flowers smelled wonderful, and she commented, thanking her for them as she clumsily went to the kitchen table, and put them in a vase as Isabella found herself on the couch. The door shut, and window shutters closed. It was just she and her, and there would be no disturbance from anyone. No one to see the new her, no one to see how depraved either of them would get with one another.

"Come sit with me," she patted the cushion, and she listened to her instructions. "Don't be coy, Abigail, I know all this is new to you," she touched her shoulder. "But this is going to be the culmination of everything you've been through these last few days. Trust me, being a man is so difficult, trust me, I know. It will be so much easier for you to accept this as your new reality, so just lean into it. Pretend if you must. Pretend until it becomes you," she stared deep into her eyes. "You really are beautiful, Abigail, as a woman."

"Thank you," she squeaked, and blushed.

"You're so cute when you're nervous," she giggled, kissing Abigail on the lips. "I'd hate to ruin this makeup; Emma did such a wonderful job dressing you up."

Abigail noticed the bulge expanding underneath Isabella's dress. Thick still, but not its usual monstrous size. Did she do something to it? It was going to be in her womb at some point tonight, so perhaps Isabella had it in her mind to be gentle enough to not rip her open. Nervous, Abigail reached up and caressed her future lover's hand, staring deeply into her eyes. With the brief silence, she grew accustomed to seeing her like this, without the domineering of her life, and what she said and shouldn't. She understood that as Andrew, he'd object at first, but Abigail was here now. Not Andrew.

"We wouldn't want that," Abigail said.

"Abigail, my sweet," Isabella kissed her, tongue parting the lips and dancing inside. "I will make sure you are abundantly, thoroughly bred."

Without a moment to waste, Isabelle invaded her mouth with her tongue. Moaning into one another's mouths, Isabella took control and grabbed the bra covered breast, squeezing tightly, and a small pain could Abigail feel, but it was still pleasurable as she was lost in ecstasy. Feeling her lover's hands over her was divine as the dress was removed and discarded before she felt a hand reaching into her panties, rubbing her clit. The sensation was alien, but already, squirted. What could she say, she was pent up, and right now, though love and breeding was the intent, Abigail couldn't help but notice the little whore in her coming alive.

Moaning as the tongue departed her lips, she exhaled heavily. Looking down briefly, she noticed his ribcage coming in and out with each breath, and Isabella got on her knees, spreading her legs. Looking up at her hungrily, she pulled the panties to one side before flicking her clit with her tongue, and inserting a loving finger inside, twirling around the sensation that was her womb. It hurt just a little, but the euphoria and bliss she was fueled with inside made him moan, and her hands shook, reaching for Isabella's head, touching her hair.

She felt nerves going off in her, squirting into Isabella's face and on the carpet. Her legs violently shook, and her vision blurred as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Orgasms and violent reactions she had with her legs and arms moving on their own accord trying to be free from it, but did she want to? No. She didn't want to be free from this, from Isabella. Her feelings overwhelmed her as her body convulsed and Isabella stood, wiping the cum from her face and a gave her a sneer.

Abigail watched her blurred figure as Isabella's hands reached through her own panties and pulled out her long cock. As if it cast a spell upon her, Abigail got off the couch, on her knees she took spat on her hands and rubbed the shaft liberally, sucking on the head and making her way down the shaft. The warm meat stick stiffened in her jaw as it expanded. She felt Isabella's hand touch her hair and easily guide her cock down her throat, bulging as it restricted what she could inhale. Warm tears flooded down her face, and her eye shadow, but she was proud for she didn't stop until she got to the base of her lover's pelvis.

"You're such a good girl," Isabella smiled. "But I think it's hungry for something nice and sweet, Abigail. Get on your back."

She complied, feeling the carpet, she spread her legs. Isabella got on top of here spreading her legs even more, raising them over her shoulders. Abigail felt the head near her womb but used her hands to guide it in with her lover's thrust. Gently it filled her womb, breaking her hymen and she felt a warm liquid touch her pelvis. Staring into Isabella's eyes with each thrust, gentle, but deeper each one was the last, they never broke eye contact. The she meat turned and twisted inside her womb, and she screamed with pleasure, but the scream was silenced when Isabella kissed her again.

Isabella leaned back suddenly, her cock still inside her lover, but just a moment did she stop before pulling her own dress off and throwing it where the other one was before viscerally pounding her lover again in carnal desire. Her sweat poured on her lover with each thrust, the ecstasy she also felt was euphoric. There just was something about entering an untouched womb that was indescribable. And she wanted to breed this one to the brim.

"Make me pregnant!" Abigail squealed.

Isabella bit her ear in response. "With pleasure."

Isabella grabbed Abigail's hips and pulled them from the floor just a bit before violently thrusting her she-stick into her womb. Cum started dripping from the tip of her penis and drooled out of the womb with each pounding thrust. Abigail screeched when her whole member was inside, softball sized testicles slamming against her butt cheeks. She pulled out before slamming back in, and tilting Abigail's body upwards, and she stood herself. Abigail took her hands and pressed them on the carpet as if to do a handstand, but there would be no standing as Isabella plopped her cock back into her womb, here lover's legs convulsed again. She knew the nerves in her body shook and shot off all the joints as she nearly collapsed on the floor.

Isabella turned her lover on her belly and lifted her up, spitting on her buttocks and fingered her ass, guiding her cock back inside the cum filled pussy. Her lover squealed underneath the sensation with the ass and pussy being attended to, as all lovers should. She thought it was a shame that men only had an ass, and a mouth. How liberating would it be if they all had pussies like Abigail had. She grimaced with another pound and removed her fingers from Abigail's ass and pulled out, immediately plopping back in to her ass, and alternated holes in which she pounded hard. Another load of her cum came, feeding into her belly before a third one she felt coming on.

"Abigail," Isabella panted. "I hope you enjoy your present."

She pulled out, both holes filled like a creamed donut and grabbed hold of her hair, lifted her up as she rubbed herself. Abigail opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as she was painted with Isabella's hot spunk. The third one was quite liberal as all thee cum covered her hair, her face, and dripped onto her torso and breasts. Feeling the desire leave her, Isabella cupped her cum covered cheeks and kissed her. Another first for Abigail, to share in her cum, tasting all the places it had been. Surely, Abigail didn't know how good she now had it.

"Time to clean up now," Isabella panted. "After which, I have an important proposal for you."

Abigail panted while in the shower. She felt the cum in side her, in her womb specifically moving around inside. Each seed was swimming around inside eager to fertilize her egg, and it was hers and Isabella's. Whatever it decided and wanted to be, but she needed to clean up. Washing herself liberally she wound the cum difficult to get out of her hair, but she tried with so much additional soap, conditioner, and shampoo. He pitied the porn stars who needed to learn how to do it, since for them, she was certain, was a regular washing.

As she washed the cum off herself, and the sweat, her mind went to the question, the proposal Isabella had for her. She wasn't sure what it would entail, but she imagined it was whatever the next phase of this arrangement would be. She needed to listen intently, for her future quite depended on it. But she also needed to be careful, Isabella was a lawyer after all, and they knew all the loopholes. She still wasn't certain what happened to Andrew was illegal, but she wasn't mad about it.

Satisfied with the condition of herself, she got out of the shower and put her bathrobe on, and some slippers before walking downstairs. Isabella already cleaned herself off with the guest bathroom, and was likewise in a robe, combing her hair at the table. A gentle smile was on her lips as she pointed to the east in front of her.

"Come, sit," she asked. "Just a chat. Nothing more. And don't worry, Abigail, it's not bad."

Abigail walked over, took her seat, and leaned forward. Hands cupped together as she stared into Isabella's eyes, whose hands touched the top of hers, gently scratching it, very gently. The smile, the intimacy would last tonight, for the rest of it, she believed, but was there something more? Already she felt feelings for this futa that she didn't before. Especially from last night, she resented her, but now, there was something inside drawing her towards her lover.

"I know I haven't been kind to you," she admitted, one hand underneath the table. "And I suppose I should have warned you about what my semen does to people, and its effects before I started using you like my personal cum dumpster, but I simply couldn't resist. Abigail, I already asked this of Emma, and she's in agreement with that happens next, and this is the only time I'm going to ask you for anything," her smile turned to a snarl. "Because I take things. It's what I do. I took your wife. I took your ass. I took your house. I took what remained of your masculinity. I might as well as take everything else."