Bully Turned Wife, Part 2 (Patreon)

“Mmmhhmm,” Leila moaned, “look at all those boys enjoying me showing off all this skin.”

I gazed at the goddess beside me as we relaxed at our holiday resort. Her enormous rack was barely contained by her thing swimsuit. She sat forward, posing as a couple of men across the pool stared open-mouthed at her beauty. At her body. She noticed me noticing when I smiled.

“Come on Rick, you know that witch made it so I get turned on . . . what was that word again?”

“Objectified,” I said, gazing over her luscious form. I loved the way her tits were always jiggling.

“Yeah, that one. God, I’m feeling so fucking hot from all these guys staring at my big tits in this tight outfit. I can’t help but give them a show. This is my life now.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts, Leila. Soon that belly of yours will be getting more attention than your tits.”

The once-male one-bully rolled her eyes behind her sun glasses, but couldn’t help but run a delicate finger across her currently-smooth stomach, halting at her demure little belly button.

“Me, Leila Kenegan. I mean Leila. You know who I mean.” She was clearly trying to say Brad. “Former football star, now your preggo wife. What a fate, stuck having Rick Kenegan’s baby. So, when I’m all massive with your baby, am I going to be able to wear some actually sensible clothing for once, or am I still going to be showing off these massive boobs and this perfect ass?”

I chuckled and fondled that ‘perfect ass’. She moaned softly in pleasure. She loved being groped, the witch’s curse saw to that. “No, I think you’ll still show of your body. Wear lots of tight things so I can see that growing belly of yours and when your tits get even bigger.”

She squeezed her large breasts together at that comment. I smirked. Leila had complained more than once that they were getting sore, ever since that first bout of morning sickness. I had caught her realisation that she was pregnant on video, and it never ceased to amuse me.

“God, I bet it turns you on so much to know that in 8 months I’ll be on my back and spreading my legs as I push out your big baby, isn’t that right? I bet you think that’s some nice karma, don’t you?”

The words were spoken so sensually, but I know it’s the only way Brad can show displeasure. He was once going to be a football star. He never imagined in his wildest dreams he’d be where he is now; my bimbo wife who’s been knocked up with her first child. He’d always made fun of ‘little Ricky Dicky’ for never being able to get a girl, and now he’ll live the rest of her life as my girl, taking my big dick.

“You know Leila,” I said, drawing her in close and lifting her tits in my palms in a way that can’t help but drive her wild, “it absolutely does turn me on. I love the karma of you having to waddle around, all big and pregnant with our baby, your tits full of milk.” She moaned in pleasure despite trying not to.

“I fucking hate you Rick,” she breathed, “but this stupid curse makes me really want to have your baby.”