The Lamp II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Fox Face.

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Successful archeologist turned…housewife. It was a difficult transition for John. No one else seemed to know the truth except Fred. Everyone treated him as though he’d always been a woman.

“I had no idea you two were even together,” Dr. Miller chortled. He was Fred and John’s boss. Well…John’s former boss.

Silently fuming, John lowered the tray of tea and biscuits to the coffee table as the men continued to converse.

“We tried to keep it quiet. Jana wanted us to be professional,” said Fred. “She can be so cute.”

Jana… John mused. That was the new name that everyone called him.

“It was really unexpected,” Miller continued. “And for Jana to retire so abruptly—”

John clenched his fists. “I didn’t want to—“

“Jana,” Fred cut John off. “I wish you wouldn’t get so worked up.”

John’s mouth automatically snapped shut. He tried to retort, but his lips seemed glued together.

“Jana always wanted to be a housewife. She was just embarrassed about it.”

Miller nodded, seeming to hold onto every one of Fred’s words. He turned to John. “I never would have guessed.”

Giving up, John walked off to the kitchen, absently putting his hand on his rounded belly as he did. Feeling peckish, he opened a cupboard, but then he felt someone come up behind him. John tensed as Fred kissed his neck while wrapping his arms around his bloated waist.

“You drive me crazy,” Fred murmured as he turned John around. John glared and Fred grinned at the Arabian beauty before him.

“Bastard…” John fumed as Fred kissed him on the lips this time.

“You’re being cranky,” said Fred. “I wish you’d eat more.”

John reddened as he felt a powerful surge of hunger. Every time Fred said that, John found himself increasing his calorie intake. He was already up to five meals a day and didn’t know if he could handle much more. At three months pregnant, he already looked six. His breasts were round and plump, his ass bloating up as his weight continued to surge. John glared at Fred. The man seemed to frame everything he said around “I wish” nowadays.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get back to?” John growled, but he continued to be ignored.

“God you’re sexy when you’re knocked up. I always wanted a big family. I kinda wish I could keep impregnating you every time we…”

John’s eyes widened and his insides twisted. Something was happening. “F-Fred…” he stammered pleadingly.

But Fred put his finger to John’s lips and gently shushed him. Instead, he hiked up the skirt of John’s sundress, and John couldn’t fight him. It had been a condition of one of Fred’s earlier wishes.

John gasped as Fred entered him. He gripped Fred’s shirt as he was pushed harder into the counter.

“You know…” Fred grunted out, his lips against John’s soft bronzed shoulder. “This is…a dream come true. I always wanted a wife…a family. I couldn’t…thank you…enough…John...ahhh...”

There it was. John’s real name. Validation that he wasn’t a busty housewife that was horrifyingly obedient.

Fred continued to pump in and out, John’s face flushed and eyes squeezed shut. Finally, Fred gave a powerful thrust, and released.

John gripped onto Fred harder as he did his best to muffle his grunts in Fred’s shirt. “Mmmm…mmfffff…ohhhhhhh…F-Fred…” Afterall, Miller was right in the next room.

But it didn’t seem to stop. In fact, even after it ceased, John continued to be filled, though with a different sensation than before. His eyes rolled upwards as a throbbing heat bloomed within him, causing his face to redden and his breasts to swell and bulge against his low neckline. His belly tightened and pushed forward before their eyes.

John’s body poured sweat as his belly pressed harder into Fred, who in turn, simply marveled at the growing mound. Fred held it and allowed it to swell in his hands.

“Nrrgghh…” John yelped as his belly button popped out.

When it was over, John looked eight months pregnant. He gasped for breath, his moistened hair hanging in his face. He feebly cupped at his belly, gripped at the stretching fabric of the sundress that had ridden up a good deal. John could barely stay upright, and was leaning heavily back on the counter. His cleavage was bulging, breasts nearly popping free of his clothes.

“Wow,” breathed Fred.

“Fuck,” was all John could manage.

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