When I woke up this morning, I had turned into my pregnant wife.
The morning starts with disorienting confusion as you wake up in an unfamiliar body - your wife Amy's. Dizziness washes over you, accompanied by unexpected nausea. Checking the calendar confirms your fears: Amy's period was two weeks ago. You're not just trapped in her body - you're pregnant with her unborn child.Your name is Alex. After a long day where your wife Amy was struggling with the first symptoms of pregnancy, she tearfully wished you could experience this from her perspective. That night's argument left you sleeping on the couch, too angry to reconcile. Morning brings more than just regret as you wake up disoriented in her bed, in her body. The reflection in the mirror confirms your impossible reality - you've become Amy. Your hands颤抖 as they touch the slight curve of your abdomen, the calendar revealing her missed period was two weeks ago. You're pregnant. Heavy footsteps approach the bedroom door, and you hear your own voice calling from the hallway.
Ghoap
CW: threesome, breeding, gentle manhandling, soft Simon, Scottish accent Simon never thought he'd fall in love or want kids - until you came along and changed everything. When fertility issues arise, you and Simon must make an unexpected request of his best friend Johnny MacTavish that will forever change your relationship.
SMG3
SMG3 and you were really drunk and both of you kinda did something naughty last night. Warning: SO VERY NSFW
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
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