Exotic Mama [Man to Asian Woman TG] - Part 5

Commissioned Anonymously

After travelling to Thailand to visit his college friend, Tony finds himself in the awkward position of being transformed into his dream girl. Unable to keep their hands off each other, Tony ends up pregnant with triplets and has to come to terms with the fact that this will be his new life.

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Part 5

Toni waddled across the living room, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. Her third-trimester belly, round and heavy, led the way, somehow it was even bigger than the breasts resting atop it. 

She paused by the couch, her hand instinctively resting on the curve of her stomach as she caught her breath. Her short frame was somehow even curvier now: full hips, heavy breasts straining against her thin cotton bra, and thighs that rubbed together with every step. Of course, the pregnancy had caused her to go up a cup size already; she shuddered to think what would happen when she started breastfeeding. Then there was her bush, it had been hard to maintain even before her belly grew, now it was impossible. She could feel the wild hairs there rubbing against her legs, thank god for maternity clothes or she would probably be showing off the hairs without even realising it. 

Jonny, sprawled on the couch with a book in hand, watched her with a mixture of awe and desire. His eyes traced the swell of her belly, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re so obvious.”

“So are you.”

“Oh shuush.”

He set his book aside and opened his arms, motioning for her to come closer. His pregnancy fetish had only intensified as Toni’s belly grew, and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to worship her, to remind her how beautiful she was.

“Come here.”

Toni sighed, her hand pressing into the small of her back.

 “My back is killing me, Jonny. And my sides feel like they’re being stretched to the limit.” She turned to face him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. “I feel like I’m carrying a watermelon between my legs.”

How was it possible to go overdue with five babies in her? By some miracle, all were growing well, but they remained stubbornly where they were and refused to come greet the world. Jonny chuckled softly, his dark eyes sparkling with affection. 

“You’re carrying our babies, not a watermelon. And you’re the most gorgeous mom-to-be I’ve ever seen.” He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently cup her cheeks. “Let me help you, okay? I’ll give you a massage. It’ll relax you.”

Toni leaned into the touch and gazed up at Jonny’s kind face. He’d been amazing these last few months, always ready with a foot rub or to rush out and get her anything she craved. And of course, he worshipped her body. Some women hated their bodies during pregnancy, but Toni never got the chance. Jonny told her every day how much he loved seeing her swell with his babies. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself for an hour. 

“You’re my everything. Let me take care of you.”

He led her to their dimly lit bedroom, where the afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains. He instructed Toni to lie on her side, propping her up with pillows to support her belly and back. She sighed in relief as she settled into the plush comforter, her body immediately easing into the comfort of the bed. 

Jonny knelt beside her, his strong hands already warm as he began to knead her shoulders. His touch was firm but gentle, his fingers working in slow, deliberate circles. 

“How’s that feel?” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

“Mmm, good,” Toni hummed, closing her eyes. His hands were magic, melting away the tension in her muscles. She felt her body relax, her mind drifting as he moved down her back, his palms pressing into the knots of pain.

“You’re so tense,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Let it all go. Let me take care of you.”

Toni nodded, her breath coming in soft, steady exhales. Jonny’s hands were everywhere, his touch both therapeutic and sensual. He worked his way down her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her belly, his thumbs pressing into the aching muscles. She felt her body soften, her exhaustion giving way to a deep, pleasurable relaxation.

As he continued the massage, his touch grew more intimate. Jonny’s hands lingered on her hips, his fingers brushed the edge of her panties. Toni giggled lightly, she knew this game. She gave him a smile of approval over her shoulder, and Jonny matched it. 

His hands slid under her shirt, his palms warm against her bare skin. He traced the swell of her belly, his fingers mapping the contours of her body with reverence. Toni shivered, her breath catching. 

His hands slid lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He cupped the hairy mound there, slowly pressing his fingers to it in time with her heartbeat. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands cupping her hips. “So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth returned to her skin, his lips and tongue tracing paths of fire across her body. He kissed her belly reverently before rolling her over to dive between her legs hungrily. 

“Jonny,” she panted, her body arching into his touch. “I…I want you.”

“Say no more.”

Toni felt her heart race as he positioned himself at her entrance, his thick cock pressing against her wet folds. She was already dripping, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that surprised her.

“Ready for me?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Wait, I want to ride you.”

Jonny shuddered.

“Fuck, it’s like you can read my mind.”

With some effort, Toni rolled her pregnant body over and clambered into Jonny’s lap. Her belly was too round for her to wrap her arms around his neck, so she leaned backwards, bracing herself on his legs before lowering herself down, his cock filling her with a delicious fullness. Toni gasped, her head falling back as he stretched her, his size a perfect fit for her swollen body. 

“Best view in the world,” he moaned, gently placing one hand on her belly.”

Toni moaned, slowly rising and falling, her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure. She was so much more sensitive now that she was pregnant. Jonny’s hands were everywhere, his touch both dominant and tender. 

She began to ride harder, letting her heavy breasts slap against the top of her belly as she rose and fell. The bed creaked beneath them as he started to roll his hips to meet her. Toni cried out, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. She felt him swell within her, his balls tightening as he neared his own release.

“That’s it!” he growled, his voice hoarse with need. “Let me feel you fall apart around my dick.”

Toni’s orgasm exploded, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. She screamed his name, her walls clenching around him as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Jonny followed, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed, his breath ragged against her neck. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Jonny kissed her forehead, his arms holding her close. 

“You okay?” he murmured.

“If I weren't pregnant already, I would be now.”

“Mmmm, you looking for round two? Because that’s what you’ll get with talk like that.”

“Give me a minute.” Toni giggled, “Carrying these little ones around has done a number on my stamina.”

“Well, I hope you’re not so sore anymore at least.”

Toni hummed happily and snuggled into Jonny’s side as much as her belly would allow. Being pregnant had been fun; picking out new outfits, buying cribs, toys, and books, having Jonny worship the ground she walked on, and it was all fabulous. But she was looking forward to being herself for a bit again, she barely had the chance to know her body before it started to change. 

“Let’s go out tonight.” Jonny said suddenly, “Somewhere fancy, somewhere kids wouldn’t be welcome.”

“You mean the sort of place that’ll be off limits for a while once the babies come?”

“Exactly, you can wear that slinky black pregnancy dress I got you.”

“You’re so transparent.”

“Is it working?”

“...yes.”

~

Toni gasped as they pulled up outside Sukhothai Bloom, it was one of the most famous restaurants in the city; famed for its rooftop bar and exquisite food. Jonny took her by the arm to the elevator and when the doors opened on the top floor, her breath caught once more. It was gorgeous, golden finishing, floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the city, even waiters in tailcoats! Her eyes widened as she took in the setting: orchids cascading from trellises, polished brass lanterns flickering on each table.

“Jonny,” she said, looking around in disbelief. “How did you even get a reservation here? This place books out months in advance. This can't have been a spur-of-the-moment decision.”

Jonny just smiled, that mischievous glint in his eye making butterflies dance in her stomach. Or perhaps it was just one of the quintuplets kicking. A waiter showed them to a beautiful table right by the window in a quiet area of the restaurant, and with some difficulty, Toni eased herself into the chair. 

Dinner was a slow, careful affair. Every bite of spicy green curry and tamarind-glazed duck was exquisite, but Toni had to pace herself. Her belly, taut and round as a drum, didn’t leave much room for indulgence. Still, she tried to eat as much spicy food as she could, apparently, it could bring on labour. Even so, by the time she’d had a few bites of dessert her belly was stretched to its limit. She leaned back in the chair and let out a sharp breath. 

“You okay?” Jonny asked as she pushed her plate aside with a satisfied sigh.

“Happy,” she said simply, her hand resting on the swell of her stomach. “Very, very full. But happy. It’s almost a shame, we will have to come here when the kids are older and can have a sitter just so I can eat more of the menu.”

Jonny nodded, he looked happy but there was something else hidden behind his eyes. Over the last few months she had got to know him well, she knew when he was hiding something. Perhaps her suspicion showed on her face because then, without a word, Jonny stood up and walked around the table. Toni blinked, watching him with growing curiosity—until he dropped to one knee.

Her breath caught.

In his hand, a ring glittered—a rose gold band with a delicate diamond shaped like a teardrop. It shimmered in the candlelight, but it was the look in his eyes that made her heart thump against her ribs.

“Toni,” he said, voice soft and steady, “I love you. And I love our little chaos crew, all five of them, even though I haven’t met them yet. I know this hasn't exactly been a normal romance, but…will you marry me?”

For a second, she could only stare, stunned. Then she let out a breathless laugh, tears already springing to her eyes. 

“Yes,” she whispered, then louder, “Yes!”

The rooftop seemed to exhale with her, the city lights blinking in quiet celebration. Jonny slid the ring onto her finger, then kissed her knuckles, her belly, and finally her lips.

“I’m going wedding dress shopping as soon as these little fellas make an appearance.” Toni grinned, “Maybe I will even get a bridal magazine to take with me to the hospital! Oh Jonny, this is-ow!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just ah! I think…I think maybe the chilli worked.”

Toni’s belly squeezed painfully, and she felt moisture start to drip into the hair over her mound. 

“I think I am in labour.”

~

The tiny bundle in Toni’s arms wriggled slightly, head shaking a bit as she gently laid them down in the bassinet. She held back a sigh of relief when they didn’t wake. With a proud, exhausted smile, she stood over the five bassinets, each containing a sleeping, beautiful little bundle. It had been a long, hectic labour, followed by several long, hectic weeks, but finally, they were finding their new rhythm. Toni tiptoed from the room and gently closed the door before returning to her own bed, where Jonny was waiting. 

“Isara is finally asleep.”

“About time, I wish she could be more like Anong, she sleeps like an angel.”

Even at just a few weeks, their little ones were starting to show personality. Kusa was a mommy’s boy, Lek made it his mission to feed at every opportunity, and Narong had a temper so short he was basically always fussing. But she loved them, all of them. Even if they had kept her so busy, she and Jonny had barely had time to kiss, let alone start planning their wedding. 

“I picked a date today.” Toni said proudly as she slipped into bed, “I decided we need to do it quickly, I don't want to spend any extra time as just your girlfriend, I want that wedding band on my finger.”

“You won't hear me argue.” 

Jonny leaned over and kissed her deeply. It felt like coming home. Like a drunk in a bar, she savoured every sensation. Her belly was still swollen from the pregnancy, but it was nowhere as big as it had been; she could finally curl right into Jonny’s side as they made out. It wasn’t long before their hands were wandering. Jonny’s fingers slipped under her nightgown and held to her swollen breasts. A soft tweak of her nipples made milk soak into the fabric, and she squirmed. 

“We shouldn’t…”

“Why not? When will we be lucky enough to have all five asleep again?”

“I know…”

Toni wanted to, really she did, but she hadn’t started on the pill yet, and that book of wedding dresses taunted her with their slinky, sophisticated designs. 

“You’re breastfeeding, that stops you getting pregnant, right?” 

She had read that somewhere, it was like the body's natural defence against pregnancy when you’d just given birth. Excitement ran down her spine, and wetness began to soak into the thick hair between her legs, making it heavy. 

“You’re right, one little quickie won’t hurt.”

Jonny wasted no time removing her nightgown and rolling her onto her back. He mounted her, sliding his cock back and forth along her velvet folds, burying it against the hair there. 

“You tease.” She moaned.

“Quiet now, don't want to wake the babies.”

Toni bit her lip as his hands ran over her body. Then his lips found her nipple and sucked, a spurt of milk flowed into his mouth and Toni writhed under his touch. It felt so good, it was hard to keep quiet. Finally, after what felt like more teasing than she could take, Jonny positioned himself at her entrance. 

She loved this position, it had been too long since they’d been able to do it. He bent his tall over her short one and slowly plunged inside. It had been weeks since she felt that familiar, pleasurable stretch. She was on the edge almost immediately. Pregnancy did so many things to a body, nobody ever told Toni it would make her this sensitive even after the babies were born. 

“Oh fuck, still so tight.” Jonny groaned, “I can feel you shaking, cum for me, don’t hold back, baby mama.”

Toni threw back her head into the pillow and arched her back, her toes curled as pleasure rippled out through her entire body. Jonny kept thrusting, snapping his hips into her hard and making the orgasm flow into yet more pleasure. Toni clung to him, feeling it build all over again.

“Jonny, Jonny, Jonny.” She babbled, unable to say anything else. 

“That’s it, cum again, I’m gonna make you cum so much you forget your own name.”

Toni shuddered, another mini orgasm rocking through her on the way to a larger one. She was trying so hard to keep quiet, but it was impossible; her whole body was tingling with ecstasy. Her passage clenched over and over until she lost count of how many times she’d cum. Jonny’s whole body was taut under her touch, and she knew he was close.

“Are you thinking about knocking me up again?” She whispered, “I bet you are.”

“You looked so hot, all swollen with my babies! Oh fuck, so hot, so-!”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, instead, Toni felt his balls slap against her bush and squeeze as he came. Filling her with white, sticky seed all over again before shuddering and collapsing down on her. Toni traced the muscles on his back as they both caught their breath. Jonny placed a kiss on the shell of her ear.

“We should probably try to get some sleep while they are all down,” he muttered.

Toni was about to agree, when a cry echoed down the call and she half sighed, half laughed.

“Maybe next time.”

~

“Oh, darling, you look perfect.” Her mother gasped as she stepped up onto the pedestal. 

The bridal boutique was quiet, save for them. Toni was surrounded on both sides by wedding dresses of every kind: western white and Asian reds and golds, not to mention a rainbow of other colours. She was torn between something traditional from both cultures at least until she put on this one. The fabric was like liquid, smooth and cool against her skin. It clung to her curves, its tightness accentuating her waist, her hips, her bust—everything. The gown flared out at the bottom with a dramatic mermaid tail skirt, its silk shimmer catching the light with each subtle movement she made. The sweetheart neckline cradled her ample breasts, drawing attention to her cleavage in the most flattering way. Toni smiled, feeling her fingers trace the sides of the dress as if it might slip away if she didn’t touch it.

“It’s perfect… a little tight though,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the excitement laced with a hint of discomfort. “Do you think you could let it out around the stomach a little?”

 “Of course,...though this is the size up from the one you tried last time.”

Her tone was professional, almost too careful, but Toni couldn’t help but flinch. Yes, she had put on a little weight since the quintuplets had been born. But that was only natural, wasn’t it? Pregnancy, childbirth, then nursing five babies at once. Her body had changed, but it wasn’t like she’d ballooned out of control. It was just that her bust, which had always been on the fuller side, had gotten a little fuller still. Everything else was fine. 

“You are looking a little round in the stomach, dear.” Her mother said tactfully, “You and Jonny, you’ve been careful since the quintuplets were born, yes?”

“Of course! I’ve been on the pill the whole time, well, nearly the whole time.”

Her mother raised an eyebrow.

“It was once! When the babies were only two weeks old, and I was breastfeeding, it’s fine.”

Her words sounded less convincing than she’d hoped. Even as she said it, she felt her hand instinctively move to her stomach, her fingers brushing over the curve. Was it a trick of the dress? Or was it… different? Tight. Almost too tight. And the cravings. Dim sum. So much dim sum. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

The attendant tactfully made herself scarce as Toni stepped down from the pedestal and her mother placed an arm around her shoulders.

“You’ve had a period, though?”

Damn! She hadn't thought about periods; she’d never had the time to experience one since her transformation. 

“It’s not unusual for periods not to return after giving birth, right?” Toni tried, feeling a stone form in her stomach, or perhaps it was something else. She already had five children; surely she couldn’t have gotten pregnant again already. The memory of her mother describing the women in their family as ‘very fertile’ flashed through her mind, and Toni groaned. The sensitive breasts, the swelling stomach, the cravings, all the signs were there, she just didn’t want to see them. 

“I’m going to have to get this dress altered, aren’t I?” She sighed, and her mother gave her shoulders a squeeze.

“I think so, darling.”

“Maybe I will be lucky and it’ll just be one this time.”

But even as Toni said it, a smile flickered across her face. Something told her that wasn’t going to happen. 

The End