I tried to relax on a blistering Sunday afternoon but the heat was too much. Our house doesn't have air conditioning and there isn't very much of a breeze. Joanie was just as miserable but wouldn't complain. She just continued to read her novel and sip her iced tea. Joanie was a beautiful brunette, five foot seven, full figured but definitely not rubenesque. She had gained a few pounds over our ten years of marriage but she could still fit in her wedding dress. I wish I could say the same thing about myself. I was six foot tall and had gained more than a few pounds over the years but still kept my old clothes hoping to loose weight.
Extremely uncomfortable I suggested we go to a movie, so I could sleep in the air conditioned theater.
Joanie smiled over her book and said: "let's go."
We were out the door in less than three minutes. The car's air conditioning wasn't really cold until we got to the mall. By that time I wanted to drive another three or four miles just to enjoy the cold breeze coming from the dashboard vents. I parked the car and kept the car idling. Joanie said: "Com'on it will we cool inside and we're just wasting gas and polluting the atmosphere. (The great environmentalist, my wife.)
Once inside the mall we started walking over to the movie theater when Joanie pointed out the baby boutique. She wanted to have children right away but we were always broke. I kept telling her that we would have children after we built up our careers and had a little money saved. Secretly, I really didn't want to make room for someone else demanding Joanie's time or attention, especially a baby. She looked inside the small store with dreaming eyes, wondering what it would be like to be a mother. I was so guilty I couldn't stand it any longer and knew I couldn't continue to disappoint her. I affectionately whispered in her ear: "We could try having a baby, as soon as you want."
Immediately her countenance brightened as she asked: "Really!?
You really mean it?!" I smiled and shook my head. "Can we go inside? Just for a minute, I just want to dream and show you some of the things I want."
"Sure but let's make it quick. This place still makes me feel a little uneasy."
"It'll only take a minute. Com'on." We walked through the door and she started showing me the cribs and bassinets. In a few minutes we were in the baby clothes where she told me: "We should only use cloth diapers. They have less impact on the environment and I believe they're better for the baby." (Again the environmentalist) "Of course I want to breast feed and we'll need a few other things. Do you think I could redecorate your den as the nursery?"
This was about all I could handle. What did she think? I'd just roll over and give up my office to an intruder. I nudged Joanie out of her daydream and said: "Let's go. You still have several months yet and we don't even know it you can get pregnant."
"What, you don't think...I won't be able to have a baby...do you?"
"Of course you will." I said as conciliatory as possible.
"I've been taking the pill a long time. Maybe we should see a doctor. What do you think?"
"Alright, what ever you want."
At that moment a young salesgirl overhearing our conversation injected: "There's a shop only a few doors down run by an eccentric old man that can take care of almost any problem. Its called 'Spells R Us.' I'm sure he can help you."
Joanie said: "Do you mind if we see?" At this point I was ready to do anything that would get me out of that baby store. A few seconds later we were in the old man's shop.
The place was filled with all kinds of strange vials and costumes. It wasn't a place that looked anything like the answer to our problem, but Joanie was hopeful.
"How can I help you Joanie and Mike?," the old man asked.
"We're just loo.... How did you know our names?" I said in total disbelief.
"Oh, I overheard you talking when you entered." His explanation seemed plausible and I gave it no further thought. (I should have been more suspicious.)
Joanie said: "The girl at the Baby Boutique said you could help. I want to get pregnant."
"Oh, I think I could do something about that. The fertility statues are in the far left corner on the second shelf. Go take a look while I have a few words with your husband." Joanie hummed as she strolled through the menagerie out of sight. The old man turned and addressed me: "And what about you? You aren't really happy about this are you."
"I'm not mad or anything. I just don't want to share her with anyone."
"Not even your own child?"
"Well..? I'm just not sure."
"What if I could promise you she would fulfill your every whim and desire and you wouldn't have to share her with anyone?"
"You could do that?"
"Yes, but what else do you want?"
"What? ... Do you mean I can ask for something?"
"Sure, If I can help."
"What can I ask for?"
"What do you want?"
"Can I ask for anything?"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far. Do you want to change forms, be a woman, maybe have a unique ability? Would you like to read minds?"
"Could I, really read minds? Its always be a fantasy of mine."
"Coming right up. I have a potion, but you have to be very close to the person you want to mind read. Almost intimate with that person. It can bring great enhancement during sexual intercourse and was designed for just that purpose." It has one drawback. Both partners will orgasm when they are content and touch each other with both their bodies and minds. This may be a little too early.
You'll have to be very careful when you use this power.
(Boy that would be great in bed.) I thought as I slyly smiled.
The old man handed me a small vial and I asked how much. "Don't worry about the price right now. I'll just add it to your wife's purchase." The old man responded straining his neck to see where my wife was looking. "Right, just pick up the statue that looks pregnant."
"This one?" Joanie asked as she lifted up a ten inch tall marble doll.
"That's the one. Now bring it here." Joanie returned with her treasure and placed it on the front counter. The old man explained: "Tonight, before you make love, pour water in the statue's mouth, here. (pointing to the small opening) You might need a funnel. Then collect the water that comes out of her breasts and full womb.
Both of you need to drink this. I can't stress this enough. If one of you fails to drink you may not get the effects you want. But I guarantee that if you both drink it before you make love you will be become pregnant right away."
"Wow, Mike did you hear that. It seems too good to be true."
"Yeah, Com'on let's go. How much do I owe you?"
"Oh its on me. I just love to help young couples get the wishes they really deserve."
"Well thanks." I said as I hurried Joanie out the door. (Ha, he didn't even charge me for my wish.) At this point I didn't even want to go to a movie but I still wasn't willing to go back to that oven we lived in.
We walked to the theater and watched a movie Joanie wanted to see. It didn't mater to me anymore. I was too anxious to even pay attention to the movie. I couldn't wait to get home and try the formula and my new power.
The movie finally ended and we left. As we passed the Baby Boutique, Joanie held her package firmly and whispered: "I'll be back." I wasn't pleased but figured that the old man's presents would eventually end up in my favor.
The sun was gone and the night air felt cool. I was so anxious by now I couldn't wait to get in bed. The whole way home I could think of nothing else. Once in our house Joanie and I started preparing for bed. I nuzzled and caressed her as she brushed her teeth. Joanie was also thinking about making love. She was as anxious as I was, if not more so. She took the statue out of the bag and filled its mouth with water. She collected the liquid and poured half a glass for me and the other for herself. I pretended to drink but held the liquid in my cup until she left the room and then poured it down the sink. Quickly I opened the small vial and drank the potion. I felt a mild tingling sensation and knew it was working.
I was so excited at this point. We would have outrageous sex. I'd read her mind. She'd want to fulfill my every desire and I wouldn't have to share my wife with a whimpering little brat. This was heaven. By the time I reached the bedroom, Joanie was already waiting for me. She was lying in bed eagerly anticipating me. I could barely contain myself and shook in sexual anticipation. Joanie said: "I've never seen you so excited. That formula must be really doing something."
I could barely control myself, as I stripped off my clothes, dove in bed and began caressing my wife. I found her more attractive then ever. I wanted to reach out with my mind and could feel her consciousness but knew we'd both orgasm and I wasn't ready for that. Instead, I kissed her passionately and stroked hershoulders. My hands explored her familiar back and soon I kneaded her round full breasts. She moaned with my every ministration and shook every time I explored another section of her body. I started kissing her breasts and heard her almost scream with delight as I started to suck. I knew her breasts were extremely erogenous. She had nearly cum several times before when I had sucked them extensively but this time I had just started paying attention to that part of her body. She was climaxing and I didn't want to wait any longer. I opened her vagina and thrust my member deep inside.
I wanted to orgasm as well and pulled her towards me. Using my arms to support most of my weight I continued to thrust and relax. My mind reached out and just as I touched her consciousness she looked up in shock. We touched each other's minds.
She caught a glimpse of my thoughts and knew I had poured out the fertility liquid. We both orgasmed. I knew she knew I didn't want a baby and now she knew why. I couldn't care any more the sexual euphoria was overwhelming my whole body shook with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I saw explosions of light almost like fireworks as my whole body concentrated on sex. I thrust into my wife with such vigor. Joanie responded and cried "More... More... Deeper... Don't stop...Ah....Ah... More."
Both of us were lost in the heat of passion. I knew her sexual hunger and understood it like never before. I thrust again, this time deeper and more dedicated. I almost felt my butt collapse as I tried to penetrate deeper and satisfy my wife's lust. All my energy started to focus on my wife's intense desire. She wanted me to fill her and complete her.
My sperm wasn't enough to satisfy her. She wanted more. She wanted all of me inside her. Intoxicated with passion, I wanted to fulfill her desire. I felt a tingling in my fingers and toes as if they had fallen asleep. The feeling spread to my hands and feet. My arms and calves tingled. Then my shoulders neck and whole upper body fell asleep. Suddenly every part of my body started to collapse in upon itself. Within a few seconds all of my being focused on my male organ as it penetrated deep within the procreating union. My whole being centered around reproduction in a new strange way. As I lost consciousness, I felt my wife push me from behind and pull me deep within her womb.
Joanie woke a few hours later. She felt uncomfortable, lying on her back and looked up at the ceiling. She had to go pee and something was holding her down. She tried to roll over but couldn't. She reached down thinking her husband had fallen asleep with his arm or leg on top of her stomach. She tried to push him off but didn't find what she had expected. Shocked, she woke up the rest of the way and realized something was terribly wrong. "Mike, Mike, something has happened to my stomach. I'm... I'm pregnant.
Did you hear me? Wake up! Mike, where are you?"
I woke at her probing and tried to speak. I was cramped. I must have tied myself up in the covers. It was hard to move. I tried to speak but couldn't. I couldn't even breath. Then I realized I didn't actually hear my wife. Instead I felt her. I was still connected. This was great.
I responded with my mind: (I'm right here.)
Joanie looked around and came to the same realization that I had just reached. Our minds were linked. Fully awake she looked around the bed.
I thought: (I must be tangled up in the covers. I can hardly move.)
Joanie couldn't believe her senses. "This has got to be a dream." She got out of bed, turned on the light and stood before the mirror. She looked at her very pregnant form and sent the image to her husband.
(What, This can't be happening. I didn't drink the fluid.)
"I know"
(Well, help me out of here.)
Joanie looked all around the bed and then searched the covers and finally explored under the bed. "No....No....No... Where are you?" She pushed her hand on her womb and felt the baby move.
(I'm kicking like crazy, trying to get free.)
Joanie couldn't believe it but reached out with her mind into her womb. "Oh no... This can't be happening. How?.... Honey?" (No.) I understood what she was thinking and couldn't believe it, either. (I couldn't be.... In...her...womb?)
"I think so." Do you feel this. She pushed her hand on the top of her womb and I felt pressure on my butt. She smiled as I reaffirmed her suspicions.
My wife was pregnant with me. This was outrageous. (We have to go back to the shop. Take the statue back. Find a cure.)
"I agree. But we'll have to wait till morning."
I still couldn't believe it. I was in total darkness. I put my hands on my stomach. (No it can't be. It's an umbilical cord.) I grabbed hold and wanted to rip it out but the pain was too great.
I almost cried as I realized what had happened. (Sure, she would grant my every desire. Sure, I wouldn't have to share my wife with anyone. I'd, be her baby!. Oh what was I thinking?)
"Its all right little one. I understand. You were always to selfish to share me with anyone. I know why you did it. You needn't feel guilty. We both got our wishes. I'll take care of you and give you anything you desire."
(NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO.......whimper, whimper, whimper)
The next morning Joanie got up, made the bed, and then proceeded to try on clothes. After trying on several outfits that either wouldn't fit or looked outrageous she finally decided on one of my old jogging suits. Ready to leave she packed up the statue and headed out the door. I really didn't wake up until we reached the mall and heard her thinking. She was talking to the old man.
"...Well, as you can see. I won't be needing this anymore. Thank you ever so much." She pushed out her stomach and asked: "Has this ever happened before?"
"Are you displeased?"
"I felt a little guilty about the whole thing. After all he agreed to giving me a baby. But when I knew he didn't drink the formula and he wanted me to be his,... his slave.... I figured his character needed improving and this way I get to start from the beginning."
"You won't be starting exactly from scratch. By now your psychic link should have convinced you that he has retained all of his memories.... By the way, how does your husband feel?"
"Oh he's a little heavy to get use to all at once but it won't be long until I'm due.... And he's not really happy about his new predicament."
"Well little man, I guess you now realize the price of selfishness. When you act like a baby in font of a wizard..."
Joanie finished the sentence with her own emphasis: "...you get to experience infancy again."
"I what you to have a chance to make a lasting change in his life. Although your pregnancy will be short, both of you will age very slowly. You will both age only one year for every twenty normal years. By the time he is forty or fifty years old you might start to potty train him."
Joanie giggled as she looked down at her womb and felt me shudder. "It sounds like you'll be in for a lot of changes..." She almost started laughing, "...diaper changes that is." She thanked the old man again and left. A few doors down she stopped at the Baby boutique.
The young salesgirl looked up in surprise. "I see the old man solved your problem."
"Yes in more ways than I thought possible. I'm the happiest woman on earth."
"I knew he'd fix you up. Now, what can I do for you?"
"I need to buy everything for a complete nursery."
"Do you know if you're having a boy or a girl?"
"Oh he's definitely a boy."
"Good that settles a lot of things. You won't have to stay with neutral colors and we don't have to look at the girls things."
"Yes, I know. I've been planning this for a long time. Just get an order pad. We'll be here awhile."
After a humiliating experience at the Baby Boutique I fell asleep again. I woke up and searched Joanie's mind. She was sleeping. I experienced one of her dreams. She dreamt of having a baby boy. I was starting to fully realize her obsession with having a baby. In her dream she experienced some guilt about wanting a baby so bad that I had to become one. She felt guilty for my condition yet at the same time she was so happy. She dreamt about bathing me and dressing me and nursing me. She wanted to grant my every desire, keep me dry, rested and feed. (Again my own wish came back to haunt me.)
Repulsed by her dream I tried not to think about her thoughts. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't get comfortable. I kicked and stretched. I was cramped and wanted out. After tossing and turning and stretching and yawning I finally fell asleep, exhausted.
Everyday Joanie worked on preparing the nursery. She moved my books and desk out and painted the walls a powder blue. She put up a baby print wall paper and started moving the furniture in.
Everyday that she finished a new task she would show me a mental picture and ask if I liked it. "What do you think honey?"
(I don't care.)
"Well, I'm doing it for you."
(I don't want it. Now stop it.)
"It's too late for that. Your going to be my baby so you might as well get use to the idea. Now do you want to sleep in the bassinet for a few years or do you want to stay in your crib?"
(Argh... Just leave me alone!)
A few days later Joanie had the nursery almost completely ready. She wanted to put a few finishing touches on a number of minor things and still needed more clothes, and a few other necessities for a new baby. She knew how I felt about the whole thing but was still a little upset that I had betrayed her plans to become pregnant. She felt I deserved everything coming to me.
"Mikey, are you awake?"
(What do you want?)
"Do you like the way the nursery looks?"
(Oh, Please.... Don't keep torturing me.)
"I'm not torturing you. I just thought I'd ask you about diapers."
(Please, I don't want to wear a diaper.)
"Well you're going to. Now I thought I'd give you the option. Cloth are better for the environment but you might prefer disposable. After all its your bottom."
(Please...just leave me alone.)
"Ok, I'll buy two dozen cloth diapers tomorrow when I go to the store to buy clothes."
The next day I woke up to hear Joanie ask me about baby outfits. "Do you like this one?" She sent me a mental image of a little pinstriped jumpsuit with a baseball cap and a Cubs sticker on it.
(No... I'm not wearing anything like that. Get me out of here.) I couldn't handel it any more and tried to think of other things. I concentrated on the last time we made love but Joanie's mind kept taking over as she forced me to see images of all the cutesy little baby outfits. After a few hours she finally bought three large shopping bags of clothes and took me home.
Waking up whenever Joanie wasn't active really threw me off and it became very difficult to keep track of the time or even the day. I could always tap into Joanie's mind but wanted to less and less. Every time I did I would see pictures of myself as a little baby. All she ever thought about was having her baby boy and I wanted was this nightmare to end.
The trip to the O.B.G.Y.N. really sent me through a loop. At first I actually enjoyed the visit. It was fun feeling Joanie squirm when the doctor gave her a hard time about waiting so long in her pregnancy before coming in. This didn't last very long however and in a matter of seconds they were discussing baby things and the doctor gave Joanie an approximate due date. Once again Joanie started fanaticizing about her baby and marked the date on her calendar.
The due date approached and I grew a little nervous. What would happen? Would it hurt? Would I be normal? How could I? I was already a freak. I would be the only man in the world with two birthdays. What about my psychic link with my wife? Would I still be able to read her mind and she mine?
Suddenly her womb felt tighter than it had ever been. I tried to stretch but it hurt. I pushed my head up and felt another gripping pushing sensation from her womb. (No, the contractions have started.)
"Yes darling. I feel them too. I guess it's time to go to the hospital. I sure hope this doesn't hurt you too much."
(I don't understand how you could do this. Why didn't you ask the old man...)
"You know why. You brought it on yourself. Now you'll pay the price."
I surrendered to my fate as I felt her womb constricting around me. We reached the hospital twenty minutes later. After, four hours of intense labor, I thought I was going to die. Finally I felt cool air on my skull and then light. I hadn't seen anything except blackness for weeks. I couldn't fix my eyes but I perceived light. A few seconds later, I was all the way out. I was born again. Wow. I searched for Joanie's mind but couldn't find it. The umbilical cord had been severed and I could no longer connect with my wife. After the nurse cleaned and diapered me, she brought me back to my wife/mother. Joanie beamed with delight. She had her little baby. She was a mother. She took her little man and examined him. After a cursory examination she pulled my head to her breast.
(No I'm not going to, Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm cumming.)
"I know sweetheart. As soon as you rooted on my breast, I felt my colostrum filling your mouth and I started to cum as well." She whispered and smiled lovingly down at hear new baby boy.
(Oh, this is good. I.... Oh who cares. I don't care if I ever grow up.) I fell asleep while nursing. The exertion of birth had worn out my little body. When I awoke I was wet. I cried and tried to reach out with my mind. I couldn't find my wife/mother. (Ma ma where are you?) I was frustrated and wailed with an infant's fury.
A nurse picked me up, changed my diaper and took me to my mother for nursing. (Ah) I knew I had finally found her as she cradled me in her arms and brushed her finger against my cheek. I turned to find her nipple and rooted tightly on her breast. My mouth filled with the sweet nectar mothers have before their milk comes in. I could touch her mind. (Oh another orgasm in this tiny body.) I shook all over and thought of nothing but nursing.
Joanie looked down at her infant husband. He was everything she hoped for and the nursing experience.... (Oh little man, if I knew it was going to be this good....) She left the thought uncompleted but I understood. I was going to be her nursing baby boy for a long time.
A few days later Joanie's milk came in. Her breasts were so large she couldn't fit into most of her old tops. She bought a nursing bra and I found myself nursing and experiencing an orgasm almost every fours. I was closer to Joanie than almost any time before, except of course when I was inside her. She provided for my every desire. I had to put up with a tremendous amount of humiliation. Joanie would coo at me and tickle me, bathe and diaper me. My adult mind raced while my infantile body failed to respond to any of my commands. Despite all the mess and frustration I was almost satiated. Mama's breasts were almost a big as me. Every time I nursed I forgot about all the other drawbacks of being an infant.
This wasn't the hell I thought it would be. Instead I found myself enjoying it. (Mama. Oh, Oh, Oh, I don't want to grow up. Oh, Oh, I like being your baby.) "I know honey, Ah, Ah, More, Ah, I like being your mama too."