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My Transformed Wife

"Sometimes I wish I just had a dick," my wife said, wincing and squeezing her heating pad into her abdomen. She said this at least once a month, when her period would bring on two or three days worth of cramps and bloating. I grinned and rubbed her stomach, "If you had one, you would just spend all your time playing with it and peeing standing up." She giggled and squeezed my cock through my pants, "That doesn't sound so bad." We never said anything beyond this, but from the first time she had mentioned it, it sparked a desire within me that I had never known I wanted. I had always been a bit on the submissive end of the sexual spectrum, and enjoyed her being in control in the bedroom, but we had never gone very far with it. She would hold my hands over my head while riding me, or pull and squeeze my balls during blow jobs, but nothing beyond that. Now my fantasies were dominated by images of her wearing a strap-on, bending me over the side of the bed, and pounding me until we both came and collapsed from exhaustion. I had never mentioned these fantasies to her. I didn't know how she would react, and I wasn't completely sure I wanted to venture there outside of my imagination. The next morning, a cold and snowy Saturday in the middle of December, fate saw fit to extract my fantasies into reality, whether I wanted them or not. I woke up around 9:30 AM to the sound of running water. My wife was already out of bed, so I threw off the blankets and swung my feet out to the side. ...

... Before standing I rubbed the sl**p from eyes and stretched my upper body, bringing my elbows under my shoulder blades and feeling the muscles unravel from a night of sl**p. Shuffling into the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was that the faucet was not turned on. I peered around the separating wall to see my wife, standing completely nude with her back to me, peeing. I frowned and pondered if I had actually woken up at all. I glanced back to the bed, rubbed the sl**p from my eyes again, and accepted that I was indeed awake. "What are you doing?" I said, my eyebrows knotting together. She turned her head without turning her body. Her countenance was a strange mixture of incredulous green eyes and a wild, amazed smile. "I have a dick!" She said, blinking slowly and biting her lower lip. She quit peeing and finally turned to face me. She had a dick. It was about four inches, flaccid and uncircumcised, hanging from her pelvis below a short bush of dark blond pubic hair. The rest of her body was unchanged: slender but slightly taller than average with petite, perky breasts and wide, curvy hips that flowed backwards into a round bubble butt. There were no testicles, and I could make out, just behind her cock, the familiar folds of her pussy. My jaw hung open for what felt like minutes. Finally, in a moment of scholastic brilliance, I said the only thing that came to mind, "Huh." She frowned. "Are you alright? I don't know how it happened - I just woke up and it was there. We can ...