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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
- A Wedding Fanatsy -
My fantasy combines my enjoyment of pregnant women and
transvestism. What could be more ejoyable then the
following.
I start by imagining myself seven months pregnant. I
can see the swell of my abdomen extending proudly out in
front of me. My 38D breasts now two cups sizes larger than
normal still point their resovoirs of milk upward. After
about 10 minutes of this mind setting experience I decide I
need a shower to continue.
In the shower I get myself wet all over so the perfumed
soap I have will lather well. Stopping the water, I work
the soap over my entire body spending considerable time on
my "breasts" and "love mountain". With a razor I carefully
shave, removing all the hair from my chest and belly. For
my underarms and legs I'll use a hair removing lotion. The
pungent odor helps maintain the "feminine needs" mood.
Before I can tend to my legs I must start the transformation
process.
To physically look seven months pregnant I have had made
a body suit formed to fit that has the distended belly and
the full breasts with erect nipples.
Within this mound there would be a doll baby that
squirms and moves for further realism. It's made in flesh
color and the latex is skin soft to touch. I use baby
powder to assist in getting this garment on and the smell
enhances the sense and mood. I use nipple clips on my real
breasts to achieve the "slight ache" in my developing
breast. I select my favorite underwire nursing bra with
elastic straps which allows my breast to bounce slightly as
I walk. I have matching briefs with a lace expansion panel
and "fleur de lis" embroider. Now dressed in these fine
undergarments and blonde wig I'm deeper into my "pregnancy"
and can continue the basic preparations.
Mind and senses are used to increase the enjoyment of
this fantasy. I apply cocoa butter scented hair remover to
my underarms and legs and savor the odor and tingling
sensation it causes. I wait the prescribed 20 minutes and
wipe the dissolved hair away.
Continuing the "dressing up" process I have toast
colored maternity support pantihose. They add a special
shine to my attractive legs. The flowers in the lace
expansion panel seems to blossom as they expand and stretch
around my belly. My camisole also matches my bra and
panties and of coarse is a "maternity fashion". My blouse
is a white silk that has an inverted pleet gathered just
above the breasts. A "peter pan" collar of lace adds the
raccenting touch. As I like to show my legs, I just wear
slightly longer tops around the house with no slacks or
skirt, I've found the shortest maternity skirt available. I
had to settle for one with the new "grow with you waist" to
get this short length. I generally prefer items with the old
"expansion panels". I put on a base coat of fondation
makeup add cheek blusher and lipstick. My eyeshadow is a
pale lavender and just enough mascara adding color and body
to my brows and eyelashes. My three inch heel sandles with
straps that cross to mid-calve complete my transformation
and I pause with closed eyes and ponder my condition and my
adventure.
I'm dreaming of my wedding day and the fun I'll have
looking for that just right wedding gown. I know some sales
people will be offended by a girl in my condition choosing a
white gown but they always say it's the brides day and she
can do whatever pleases her. In my fantasy I find a bridal
shop that caters to pregnant brides and carries many styles
that are maternity design or have high and empire waists
that will be suitable. The shop has made an appointment and
is willing to help me enjoy my fantasy with the provision
that I do buy a gown.
With nervous anticipation I set out for the shop. I am
greeted by an attractive, slightly older women who enters
into typical "welcome bride" talk. "How are you. I see
you've already started your family." I respond "accidents
cause people" as she begins to show me very stylish
maternity underwear. All in silk and lace with many bows on
both panties and bra. The panel on the panties is the most
delicate lace pattern I've seen and almost causes me to have
and "accident" of my own. I decide this set is a must and
place it on the counter by the cash register. I select
white pantihose with wedding bell applique at the ankle. We
move into a room that looks like a winter wonderland to me,
with so many gowns hanging on racks and displayed on
maniquins then reflecting in the many mirrors that hang
throughout the room. The dream and excitement is becoming
overbearing. Choosing five dresses in my size I step behind
a small partition and remove my skirt and blouse. When she
hands me the first gown I hold it tight to my swollen breast
with one arm and across my baby filled belly with the other.
My mind is bursting with joy as I get to try on my first
wedding gown. I feel a slight wetness in my panties and
know some spermial fluid is beginning to ecscape. I have
the strange thought that some unsuspecting bride might come
in and try on this gown and get pregnant from my
ejaculation. This gown is fairly plain but will be one of
the least expenseive at two hundred dollars. It has no
train and drops straight from the gathered empire waist. It
is suggested that a bouffant slip would add fullness and
help hide my condition. Probably the talk a bride would
want to hear but I don't want to hide anything. I want to
amplyfy and show off my "condition". As I parade in this
gown I decide to examine each of the other dresses, trying
the one I like the best on next. Choosing what would be the
gown of any girls dreams, having embroidered standup
neckline. Net yoking both front and back. Chantilly-type
lace on the raised waisteline with ample material to expand
over a blossoming belly. The skirt is trimmed in organza
flower appliques. Victorian sleeves puff at the shoulders
and hug the forarm to the wrist. The extended chapel-length
train truely makes this dress a fantasy come true. I know if
I try this dress on I'm going to release a full load of cum.
I step behind the partition with this gown and after
removing the first one I frantically put a rubber over my
anxious member. I wish I had thought of that when I was
dressing. My excitement has reached a fever pitch as I ask
for help in zipping and fastening the final buttons. When I
turn to the sales lady and she say's "you look beautiful" my
mind wants to believe she means it.
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