I won't say we had a perfect marriage. But it was solid, and we were both satisfied the way things were going. And we felt like we were ready for more. Children.

It's a bit trickier for us than for most, let me explain. I'm your typical delivery person, in one of those big vans, delivering all these goodies that y'all buy online. With decent control over my hours, but not with a great salary.

My wife on the other hand is an executive at a decent size company, and with her salary and yearly bonuses we've been able to secure a nice home in the suburbs. We're just unsure about her taking maternity leave and if that could affect her position within the company.

Maybe we worried too soon, because I did not manage to get her pregnant. And with these things the more stressed you get about it, the less chance you actually have. And I have to say, it affected my performance.

Now, there is a reason why my wife is a big executive. She's relentless when it comes to solving problems. Always searching online, in chat groups, subscribing to user groups, etc. etc.

So, one night she wanted to try something new. I was to be the bottom.

I didn't protest much. Let's just say I know her persistence and her strong mind. And I was also a bit intrigued. How would it feel to not be in control?

Good! The answer was, it felt good. She started with a blow job, something she doesn't do very often. But she managed to get me hard, and when I started getting the idea that I could cum right in her mouth, she stopped, and lowered herself right onto me.

It was heaven. The way she moved on top of me, my hands on her breasts, then she'd bend closer to my body, stretching my hard-on into her. At some point both my hands were on her butt, and I arched my hips upward, trying to get as deep as possible into her. When we came together we had a good feeling this could have done the job.

From that moment on this was our desired position. It was less stressful for me, and I gained confidence again every time we came together. But it was not enough to reach our goal.

One night, Julia, my wife, changed things up. Unlike before, after I came, she didn't pull off to lay on her back with her feet up. She stayed right where she was and kept riding me. For a moment I thought that maybe she hadn't cum herself, but the grin on her face suggested she had bigger plans.

She was still wearing her skirt, something she did lately because she knew I liked it. Especially her leather skirt. And this time she was also wearing a leather bra and she was rubbing my hands over it. And it worked. With the sensual moves she made with her hips, my hands on her leather, and what I could only identify as a sluttier makeup, I started getting hard again, and she drove me to a second orgasm.

It was not enough. She used all her tricks to get me going again, and I felt like I was almost passing out, but thank God, I came again, just not very powerful. She didn't even have to pull away, as my tiny leftover simply flopped out of her, as I closed my eyes to recover.

I didn't even notice what she was doing, until I had finally regained some strength, and I saw she had put something around my dick. A little metal cage. When I looked into her eyes, she said, "no worries, babe, I read that after a few days you'll be so horny, that when I let you out, you'll fuck me like crazy!"

It took a bit of getting used to. Every time getting out of my van, and getting back in, I could feel the metal between my legs. And normally I wake up hard, but not anymore. The first day I managed, but my wife was wearing something very sexy at night, teasing me to death. Three days, she said, only to tease me harder the next night. She clearly had extended her sexy wardrobe with more leather and vinyl and fishnet body stockings.

By the time she let me out I was ready to fuck her brains out. But she still took control, and it was my head that exploded. Three full-blown orgasms before she locked me up again. But I didn't care, it clearly worked, and I just enjoyed the experience of having the most sexy wife.

She started adding new stuff, but now on me. I didn't mind sleeping in her panties, but soon I was wearing panties under my uniform. As awkward as it was, it did make me horny, and that paid off the next time we had sex.

Soon I was wearing a bra, day and night, then a corset that slowly reduced my waist. At night I was to wear her leather skirts, then stockings and heels. I only went along with it because the sexy material on my skin drove me nuts and I figured this would be all over once I got her pregnant.

My sexy outfits drove her clearly crazy as well, and we had the best sex for a while. But she needed more. She didn't like how my legs looked in the stockings, because of all my body hair. And with convincing arguments I eventually was in a laser hair clinic. I was in for a full body hair removal, including my face.

Apparently I was also in for tremendous pain. They never tell you that that laser stuff hurts. Especially in my crotch area. When I screamed they suggested they put me under, so I wouldn't scare their other customers away. I gladly accepted.

After a few sessions my hair growth was clearly down, but my skin felt really awkward in numerous places, something they had warned me for, but still. They thought I was perhaps sensitive for the laser so they lowered the intensity, but it added extra sessions.

Obviously my legs looked great now, but I also seemed to fit the skirts better. The corset clearly paid off, and my bra needed some adjusting. My hips and butt became more visible. When I had my last hair session, I woke up with much more. On my head. When I looked in the mirror I looked like a woman. My eyebrows were perfectly arched, my lips seemed fuller and had a womanly shape and were definitely more red than I remembered. And my cheeks were a bit flushed thanks to some makeup that could not be removed. I had pretty drops dangling from my newly pierced ears.

My breasts had easily grown a size, and the bra was no longer just for fun, it was a necessity. And the nails on both fingers and toes were long, and in the same deep red as my lips. Somehow they had slowly turned me into a woman. My regular clothes were gone and were replaced by my favorite leather skirt and fishnet stockings and four inch heels. A crop top finished my look, showing off my bellybutton piercing.

When I came out, my wife was waiting and the look on her face was stunned, then a big smile formed. Apparently she had paid for all the modifications they'd done to me. She kissed me deep, her tongue almost in my throat, and the heat shot straight to my crotch. Apparently my body still had a job to do and it didn't care how I looked.

She drove us back home and she explained that the more she had changed me, the happier she got. And she had finally solved the maternity issue. Once our baby was born, I could take leave from my job and take care of the child. She had arranged everything with my boss already. My name was Vanessa now and my boss only agreed after my wife promised I would take care of his needs in the morning and afternoon. She joked that perhaps it would improve the quality of my own sperm, if I mixed it with someone else's. I was too stunned to realize what she meant by that at the time.

Things had changed at home. Apparently I had been out for almost eight hours. All my male clothes were gone, replaced by an enormous wardrobe of mostly sexy clothes. Even my uniform was female now, with a tight, knee-length skirt.

But the sex was better somehow. She'd given me a few pills and we had to remove the cage quickly. I stayed hard for most of the night, and she called me her shemale slut. But I still was at the bottom, Julia never gave control up anymore. She had me try on a bunch of night time outfits and we fucked in each one. It was like the pills had given me extra strength. Why hadn't we used these before?

In the morning she helped me with some basic makeup for my eyes, as the rest of my face was still perfect. She showed me how to use a very red lipstick, which my boss would love, she promised. I didn't think I should wear four inch heels with my uniform, but she said it was standard.

At work, in my boss's office, I learned the full extent of what my wife had promised him. Under his desk, he pulled his huge dick from his pants, and I had nowhere to go. In seconds it was in my mouth and he was telling me what he liked me to do. I had to wrap my hand around his shaft, squeezing it, while I tickled the back of his scrotum with my other hand, as I sucked his dick into the vacuum of my mouth.

Luckily my ordeal didn't last long, and he warned me I better make no mess. So I swallowed his load, as that's what my wife had told me to do. It wasn't too bad actually, but it made me realize that perhaps there was some truth to what Julia had said before. His load was probably four times as much as what I produced. Was that why I couldn't get her pregnant?

He said I had done okay for now, but I should practice if I wanted to keep him happy. I had to lick him clean and put it back in his pants. He loved the lipstick on his dick and told me to fix my makeup. He watched as I painted my lips with the stick, and I thought he was getting hard again. He wanted me back in his office before clocking out.

One advantage was that I had a different route and my packages were much smaller, since I was considered a woman now. Disadvantage was that I actually made less money, as a woman, but he promised me bonuses if I kept his manhood happy.

In the next three weeks I became the best cocksucker my boss Larry had ever experienced. Strangely I felt proud by that. Julia wanted to stimulate that aspect of me, and anytime she let my cock out, my mouth was filled with a plug, very much shaped like a dick. And then, finally, the news that we'd been waiting for... Pregnant!

Things changed after that. I thought she'd let my dick out of its cage, done the job satisfactory. She however reasoned that in order for me to take care of our baby in nine months, I should be more female through and through.

It started with a dildo, the first night she'd normally let me out. She did not want my dick for as long as she was pregnant, to make sure nothing bad would happen to the baby. But apparently playing with a dildo in her snatch did not worry her.

I was sucking on my own while she put on a show, and I really needed some relief. When she visibly came it became actually painful for me, she would so enjoy my size if she'd let me out, I thought. Instead, when she pulled the dildo from her pussy, it was slick with her juices which I wouldn't mind cleaning off, but my mouth was filled with my own "dick".

In one move she spread my legs wide, and she pushed the soaking dildo in my rear. Before I even considered squeezing my muscles to keep the intruder out, it was completely in and she pulled my panties back in place to keep it in. That's when the vibration started.

So consider my ordeal. I was horny like hell, sucking the plug in my mouth, trying to make it cum. My dick was painfully restricted in its cage and the stimulation in my rear touched all kinds of spots that were actually not unpleasant. When she started pushing the end of the dildo a bit deeper in, then let my muscles work it out again, my brain only had one choice. I was being fucked, in my mouth and rear, like the slut I was, my manhood was not helping the situation and there was only one relief possible. I came...

My throat was zinging with a perceived vibration from the "dick" in my mouth, as was my rear, from the "dick" down there. And my whole body started shaking, and I experienced an earth shattering orgasm. Julia later told me that my balls did empty out, even though my real dick had had no chance to grow or participate. She was ecstatic, saying I came like a true woman.

The following days she experimented quite a bit, with dtrap-ons as well as dildos, and with my body used to only two discharges per week, she managed to make me cum, without my dick being involved at all. My cage changed from a cage to a tiny flat cover, allowing for no growth at all. The plug in my mouth became a realistic, vibrating dildo, and soon I came, even from Larry's dick. The two of them clearly kept in touch, and soon he was taking my rear, doggy style. And again, I had no chance. My brain had given in to the pleasure, and it took every opportunity now to get it. Each time Larry filled me up he plugged my rear with something that looked like a jewel, and I was not allowed to take it out, unless I had to relieve myself in the bathroom.

The loser in all of this? My own dick. Both Julia and Larry decided it was no longer needed for the beautiful woman I had slowly become. I think the vitamins that Julia had been feeding me were for a big part responsible for that. My breasts had been growing and the soft skin on my body showed a lot of curves.

So they took me to a clinic, where my scrotum was removed, and whatever was left of my manhood was rerouted so I had to pee like the woman I had become. For the few weeks that I was recovering I was reading all about pregnancy, giving birth, and how to take care of a baby. I noticed that while I was recovering in the guestroom, Larry was often at our home, in the master bedroom, and I could hear them often moaning.

It was my fault, Julia said. Because I could not pay off the debt we had with Larry, she had to keep him happy, three times a day. I actually felt guilty that she had to go through that, and worked as hard as possible on my recovery. I even offered my mouth, to suck him off, and give Julia some relief. That was well received and I gladly took care of his needs twice a day.

It wasn't until I had to sign a bunch of papers, that I realized things took a different direction. Apparently I had agreed on a divorce, while giving up the rights to make my own decisions, through a power of attorney, to my now ex-wife. Larry moved in permanently, and because that would give a conflict of interest at our work, I lost my job. Luckily I gained a job as the housekeeper, and soon to be nanny, to my own child. I had to wear a maid's uniform at all time, most made out of latex, but there was some vinyl there as well and even some leather. Larry decided each day what uniform I had to wear.

It wasn't a bad deal I think. I was taken either in my mouth or rear at least three times a day. The butt plug vibrated at unusual times, getting me off once or twice more. Cleaning and cooking was actually easy, I had always been handy at that. And I got quickly used to calling them Master and Mistress, and not talk unless spoken to.

As Mistress started showing more if her pregnant belly, they got worried about the German Shepherd dog, that Larry had brought to the house, which had been sleeping in their bedroom. He was moved to my bedroom now, and I soon took fully care of him. Jack was his name, and he really liked watching me as I undressed for bedtime.

It happened when my buttplug started vibrating one night. I had found out that sitting on my knees, with my butt in the air, and my breasts on the sheets, I got the most pleasure from the vibration. As I was in a bliss, I didn't notice how Jack had jumped on my bed, and somehow pulled the plug out with his teeth. I got to my senses because of the emptiness, which was dealt with real quickly as Jack mounted me.

I was scared to death at first, until I realized he was horny as hell, in a way Larry had never taken me. In his way he was gentle with me, but soon we were locked together and I was at his mercy. When he came inside me, I came with him, and that happened at least three more times, during the hour we were connected. When he finally pulled out, which actually hurt, so much were my muscles holding him, he licked my face all over in a wonderful showing of affection.

So yes, at some point I was the master of the house, then I became the maid and now I'm a dog's bitch. It sounds so wrong, but I am enjoying the simple life. Just do what they tell me, fuck who needs fucking, and enjoying multiple orgasms a day.

Jack was actually a perfect lover, though I kept this part of my life from Master and Mistress. Had we crossed a line?

I walked him every day, or really, Jack walked me. He always went to a small park, and I'd take his leash off, and let him run. He is so powerful and fast. And one day, while I was enjoying watching him, I felt someone push me down, and my purse was ripped from me, with my phone, some money and the house keys.

The little girly scream I let out was a perfect example of how much I had changed. But Jack heard me and he saw the thief race away on a bicycle. From that moment on everything seemed to go in slow-motion. Jack was running fast at the man on the bicycle. I saw him jump, and in an enormous crash both were down on the ground. I could hear Jack snarl and the man curse, as I ran as fast as my heels would let me. Then I saw the knife and I screamed to warn Jack. But it wasn't necessary. Jack bit the man's arm and he dropped the knife.

When I reached them I kicked the knife away, as Jack's sharp teeth were only inches from the trembling man's throat. I grabbed my purse back and called 911. The police was there in minutes. They were all petting Jack, saying he'd make a wonderful police dog. I was hugging him and whispered in his ear I'd take good care of him later.

Back home, in my room that night, it was the first time I initiated sex with him. I licked him through his sheath, massaging his swollen balls. His member grew real fast, and I tried to keep up with him, but it was impossible. He growled in a special way, that I knew by now meant that I should assume the position. He took me hard and fast and locked onto me for a long time, enough to come multiple times, and reestablish the fact I was his bitch and he'd always protect me.

When the baby was born, I was in heaven. I didn't care Larry was listed as the father on the birth certificate. I just wanted to take care of her. Day and night I spent in the nursery, feeding and washing, or rocking her to sleep. One day, the girl in my arms latched on to my breast and she started sucking, even though I had no milk to give.

I made sure she had enough food in her every time I let her latch on, and we both enjoyed it tremendously. It allowed me to bond with her, even though I was the nanny. Jack loved her too, and when we were out walking, me now pushing a stroller, he walked next to us like a guardian.

My love for the girl was well received with Master and Mistress, and they found a way to show their appreciation. Once more I had to check into a hospital, and this time it took two months. An experimental surgery had transplanted both womb and vagina, from a deceased woman into me. Apparently, with some luck, I would be able to carry my own child now.

It was Master who broke me in, my first time, but it was Jack who gave me the most pleasure, like he was a better fit now. He kept taking me doggy style, but our bond lasted hours now each time, with him unloading easily five or six times. And I came every time with him, and then some.

When I finally started feeling awkward, a checkup in the hospital told me I was pregnant. It was a bit confusing, did Master impregnate me the very first time he broke me in? Reality was different however. My pregnancy only lasted for about two months. I could no longer hold my water, and it was a vet that came over to help me. It was actually quite easy, I gave birth to two puppies. They looked so much like Jack, and he was licking them all over.

The moment they were latching onto my breasts, I could feel the milk flow, and I was truly in heaven now. It turns out Master and Mistress knew all along about Jack and me, and they decided to breed us. My donor had been a healthy German Shepherd who was hit by a car, and this way she lived on through me. I didn't care, I was happy with my own children, my own pups, and their wonderful dad.