From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat May 11 01:20:23 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Wedding.txt (7K) Date: Sat, 04 May 1996 17:21:53 -0500 Organization: I-Link Lines: 130 Message-ID: Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-1-11.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit 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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (Copyright April 1989 - May not be copied or reproduced either in parts or it's entirty without written permission of Jerri-Ann Ltd.)