The new secretary five years later

It’s been nearly five years since I hired a secretary who ended up stealing my body, and with it my entire life. All in all, she did me quite the favor, these last five years have been some of the happiest and eventful of my life.

After we swapped bodies, I ended up staying employed under the person who occupies my old body. I didn’t lose any skills or knowledge when we swapped, so my duties as his secretary were simple and stress free.

The pay was much less then I was making before, but was extremely fair for my position. I also took this opportunity to experience all kinds of things I missed in my old life, like going out to parties and bars.

I also took a vacation each year, going to places I’ve never been to before, I even had a few relationships, but in the end, I always found myself going back to being the boss's girl. Sex with him is the best.

I’ve also become well adjusted with my body, it was a little tough at first, especially after I took it over. Learning about periods and how to manage them, dressing in feminine clothes and applying makeup was extremely embarrassing.

Over time though, I got used to it all, and eventually started to like it, and know I love it all. There isn't a day where I don’t enjoy waking up, doing my hair, and pretting my face before slipping into a tight suit.

Oh I also grew my hair out, as nice and easy as it was to take care of, I prefer longer hair, and it makes me look more mature. Speaking of growing, since I got this body, several parts have gotten bigger.

The most noticeable are my breasts, when I got them they were a solid C-cup, but now I’ve grown to DD-cups, which is crazy. Don’t get me wrong, they feel so much better, and I feel sexier, but they’re so much heavier and sensitive.

Of course the boss noticed, and he can’t keep his hands off them, always grabbing them when no one is around, and when people are around, he just slaps my ass. As you could probably guess, my ass grew out as well, it’s easily twice the size.

I don’t hate these changes, but sometimes I look at myself and think I’ve become a milf. Well if I had kids I guess I would be. I can’t imagine having kids, imagine me pregnant? I never thought I’d ever be a woman, never mind one that gets pregnant and gives birth.

I may be twenty-nine, and I’ve heard there's only a limited amount of time for a woman to carry a baby in a healthy way, but I think I’m all good. I don’t want to expense that, if I decide to become a mom one day, I’ll adopt.

For now I’ll focus on having fun and my job. The company I work for has expanded quite a lot in five years, and the boss will soon be opening an Executive Assistant position, and he wants me to take the job.

It makes sense, the two of us know this company very well, and we both have the skills and degrees to run it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back to such a position, but I ended up agreeing.

It’s still not nearly as much work, but I’ll be the first woman in our company to make it to such a high position, which is something that he never thought could happen when he was in this body, perhaps that's why he wants me to do it, to prove a point.

We decided to talk more about it over dinner that night. We decided to go to a very fancy restaurant. I went home early that day to get ready. I got into a new dress I bought, another very short and tight black dress.

This one though, really showed off my bigger breasts. I did my hair and makeup, grabbed some jewelry that went well with the dress, and slipped on a pair of five inch heels. Then I got a taxi to the restaurant.

I met him there and we had dinner, chatted a bit, made jokes, and he told me several times that I was extremely beautiful and sexier everyday. This caused me to blush and look away, but we both know I love it.

At some point I went to take a sip of my wine and noticed something in the glass. I pulled it out and it was a very big diamond ring. When I looked back at him he was next to me on one knee. He was proposing to me!

He told me it may have started out weird between us, but these last five years have been amazing for him, and he genuinely loves me, and he wants me to become his wife, and spend the rest of our lives together.

He was definitely right about that, he did steal my body and life, but honestly I’ve come to think of it as the best thing to ever happen to me. Now he’s doing something even better, he’s offering to love and care for me, and never let me be alone again.

I stood up and told him I’d happily marry him. He then slid the ring on my finger and stood up and kissed me. Several people had been watching and started clapping for us. After that we finished dinner, paid the bill and headed back to his place.

Much like that first night, we went to his bedroom and got undressed. We made out for a bit, while he played with my breasts and ass. Once he was nice and hard, he stuck it in me, and we started to have sex.

He cummed inside me, and pulled out, but continued to play with me until I got off as well. It was so good I didn’t even think about the fact we didn't use protection. We ended up falling asleep cuddling.

After that we began planning our wedding. We were planning to have it by the end of this year, so that only gives me seven months to plan my dream wedding. Everything needs to be perfect, including my dress.

Wow, it just hit me, never thought I’d be saying that. Over the next few weeks, I would start with several small things, like the list of attendees, and where we were to hold the wedding. It was all going well, until something unexpected came up.

My period was late, this hasn’t happened to me in five years, and unless there is something very wrong with me there's only one reason for it. So I head to the doctors and they run several tests on me.

They all came back the same, I was pregnant. I gulped, whether or not I was ready for it, I was going to be a mother, and it was going to happen the old fashioned way, by a woman growing it in herself and popping it out.

The next day when I was cooking dinner for me and my fiance, I dropped the news to him. He was super happy and excited about it, he had thought his body was getting too old to produce children, so he was happy to hear we would become a real family.

Then he asked if I was okay, and I kinda let it all out. I told him I was scared, nervous and was extremely unprepared. He listened to all my worries and told me it would be okay and he held me in his arms.

He told me whatever I needed he would be there to help, and I suddenly felt my worries wash away. That night we celebrated in our usual way, with sex, and this time we purposely forgot protection, since it didn’t matter now.

Over the next few months, I planned the wedding and had my wedding dress resized several times, due to my ever growing baby bump. Being pregnant has been very interesting, there are a lot of troubles with it, but there is some good that comes with it.

The nausea, pain, increased size, vomiting and cravings are all a part of the troubles, but the ultrasounds, the kicking, the love I’ve come to experience, those are all worth it in my book, and my fiance agrees.

I can’t wait until this little one is with us. I'm even excited to experience giving birth, even though I know it’ll be hell. Of course, I still need to get through this pregnancy, and my wedding first, but overall, I’m still happy my fiance stole my body and caused all this.