Melissa loved a bargain, and even though she and her husband both earned a good living, she often shopped at thrift and vintage stores. One afternoon she was browsing in a store when she spotted a beautiful ring for only a few dollars. It had a stone so clear and bright it almost seemed to glow. Of course, she couldn't resist it.

What she didn't know was that the ring was magic, capable of granting its owner a single wish. The ring's first owner had wished he could live in the lap of luxury, and found himself immediately transformed into a wealthy woman's lap dog. The ring's second owner had wished for eternal beauty, and was changed into a lovely sculpture of solid gold. After that the ring had drifted around the world for decades without anyone knowing its true nature.

Like the ring's previous owners, Melissa was about to learn the hard way that we must be careful what we wish for.

Melissa got home shortly before her husband, Paul, was due to arrive from work. She was feeling naughty, so she decided to surprise him. She took a long bath, touched up her hair, nails and makeup, and slipped into her lacy white teddy, one of Paul's favorites.

She stood before the mirror, appraising herself. Always a slim girl, she'd lost extra weight recently and the teddy was a little loose, especially around her breasts. But it did still look good on her, so she dimmed the lights, struck a sexy pose on the bed, and waited for Paul to arrive.

He showed up a few minutes later, looking tired from his long day at work. Of course, his expression brightened quite a bit when he saw Melissa.

"Hey, sweetheart," she purred.

"Hey. This is a pleasant surprise."

"What, a girl can't dress up nice once in a while?"

He pulled off his coat and dropped it on the bedroom floor. Melissa had told him a thousand times how much his messiness annoyed her, and she couldn't resist commenting now.

"Oh, please, baby. Put your coat on a hanger. I'm always cleaning up after you."

Moving to the edge of the bed, he chuckled and pulled off his tie, dropping it on the floor as well. She sighed, mock exasperated.

"C'mon, I'm serious. Don't be such a messy boy."

He grinned devilishly. "Yes, mother."

He sat himself between her legs, placed his hands on her knees, and gently spread them apart. He began to kiss her thighs.

"C'mon, baby," she pouted. "I'm talking to you!"

"I'm listening, mother dear."

He continued kissing and nuzzling her thighs, and despite herself Melissa felt what was left of her resistance melting away. She giggled and closed her eyes, savoring the tickle of his stubble against her skin.

"God, Paul," she said playfully. "I wish I WAS your mother. Maybe then you'd do as I say, you naughty little - "

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard a strange, whooshing sound, and there was a flash of light so bright that she could see it even with her eyes closed. Then she felt a strange pressure in her stomach, a pressure that quickly spread to both breasts.

She opened her eyes and looked up to see that Paul was gone.

"Paul? Honey?"

As Melissa sat up there was a strange, unfamiliar weight on her chest and belly. Looking down at herself, she saw that she had suddenly become quite fat. She had a large potbelly, and her breasts were now so swollen that they were poking out of the teddy's lace cups. She blinked, thinking she had to be hallucinating.

"Paul," she said anxiously. "Paul, honey? Where did you go? Something's happened to me! I'm all swollen up! I think I'm sick or something!"

She tried to jump up from the bed, but the weight of her stomach was such that it took her a couple of tries. Once she was up, she waddled over to the mirror, her boobs and belly jiggling uncomfortably with every step.

Once she stood before the mirror, Melissa saw that she didn't simply look fat; she looked pregnant. VERY pregnant.

She'd decided not to bear children years ago, and she'd never doubted that decision. The very idea of being pregnant disgusted her. She didn't like kids, with their tantrums and poopy diapers. Paul agreed with her, and she'd been on the pill for years. What she saw now in the mirror was impossible. Impossible, and extremely unwelcome.

She turned slightly sideways and tentatively placed a hand on her belly. It was weirdly firm, like an over-inflated beach ball. As she touched it, she felt a strange stirring within.

"Oh, no," she whimpered. "That wasn't a kick. That was NOT a kick!"

But it was pointless to deny it. Instinctively, she knew a baby was somehow inside of her. She frantically contemplated an abortion, but her belly was so big already, it was probably already too late to abort the fetus. Well, even if she had to give birth, she'd definitely give the kid up for adoption as soon as possible. There was no way she was going to give up her career to be some little brat's mommy.

Fighting back tears, she stroked her swollen tummy gently, trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Paul," she wailed. "Paul, where are you? Please, baby, I'm scared! I need you with me right now! If you're here, let me know!"

Just then, she felt the baby begin to kick. Ignoring it, she tried to think about where Paul could have gone. She remembered her last words to him, then the whoosh and the flash of light. She looked at her ring and saw that its stone was now a dull gray, like a burnt-out lightbulb. Then she looked down at her belly.

"Baby?"

She felt the sharpest kick yet.

*********

The next few months were the most peculiar of Melissa's life. The police searched for Paul for a while, but she knew they wouldn't find him. It was obvious to her that Paul was the baby growing inside of her, although she knew she couldn't tell that to anybody else without getting locked up in a madhouse.

Now that the ring was burnt out, she had no idea how to change him back into an adult. She missed her husband, but it wasn't as if he was really gone. If she spoke loudly enough to her tummy, Paul could actually respond to her by kicking. They worked out a system where he kicked once for yes and twice for no, which Melissa soon changed to once for no and twice for yes when she realized just how often Paul said no. Every time she announced she was going to go buy some baby clothes or some furniture for the nursery, he'd start furiously kicking, no, no, no. She understood that he was upset about his situation, but she didn't see any point in living in denial. After all, once he was born he was obviously going to have many of the needs of a normal baby. She even started buying diapers and baby food, although of course she didn't tell Paul that. Eventually, she just went about the business of preparing for his birth, and ignored his kicking as much as possible.

Melissa tried not to tease Paul too much, but she found it impossible to resist stroking her belly and cooing to him in baby-talk.

"Who's mommy's little man?" she'd ask, her voice high and sickly-sweet. "Who's mommy's little bay-beee?"

Of course, this would always start him kicking, but it was so much fun she couldn't help it. Previously Paul had been the dominant partner in their relationship, something she'd resisted to no avail. As a strong personality herself, she'd resented having to do things Paul's way just because he was the man of the house. Now everything was different, and she never tired of letting Paul know he wasn't in charge anymore.

Treating Paul like a baby turned her on, but it was satisfying on other levels as well. As the months passed Melissa increasingly thought of Paul less as her husband and more as her child. It was impossible not to, as her belly and breasts continued to swell and her whole body readied itself for Paul's birth. She could hardly wait to give birth to him and see what he looked like. She was actually looking forward to being his mommy.

She started to take Lamaze classes. At first she felt weird, being the only single mother in the class, but the instructor, Jim, turned out to be an enormously helpful and gentle man. He was also gorgeous, which didn't hurt. When he'd hold Melissa's hand or put his hands on her tummy to make a point about the birthing process, she'd feel giddy. Of course, she never enjoyed Jim's attention as much as she could have, because Paul started kicking wildly every time he heard Jim's voice.

One evening after class, Jim offered to accompany her to the delivery room. Melissa thought she'd cry, partly because she was so touched, but also because Paul was kicking her so hard she almost thought she was going into early labor.

All during her pregnancy, everyone kept encouraging Melissa to consider breastfeeding. At first she told herself she couldn't actually subject Paul to that kind of humiliation, but as her due date drew near the idea became increasingly appealing. Mother's milk WAS the best for growing babies after all, and her boobs were getting so full of milk that it would have been a crime to waste it all.

After one particularly enjoyable Lamaze class, Jim invited Melissa out for a drink. She couldn't have wine or coffee because of the baby, so they just had sodas at a local coffee shop. She ended up taking Jim back home and giving him a tour of her place, proudly displaying the crib, toys and other preparations she'd made for Paul's imminent arrival.

They were standing in Paul's future nursery when Jim leaned over and kissed Melissa. She swooned, and soon they were passionately sharing tongues as Jim palmed Melissa's tender, swollen breasts. Paul apparently figured out something was going on, because he began a steady, frenzied kicking. At first it just felt like one of his regular fits, but then the pain grew sharper.

"Yowch," Melissa said. "I think I'm having contractions!"

Jim timed them, and sure enough, Melissa was right. He rushed her to the hospital, and, true to his word, accompanied her to the delivery room, where he held her hand as the pain grew worse and worse. Soon she was in agony, and sweat was pouring from her body. She shrieked and held Jim's hand so tightly she was afraid she'd break it, but before long she could feel Paul moving downwards inside her. She pushed with all her might, then there was one last torturous spasm and suddenly the doctors were holding up a tiny, screaming baby, its skin dark and its eyes swollen shut. They toweled Paul off and handed him to her, and as she looked down at him she burst into joyful tears. In the pinched little ball that was her baby's face, she recognized her husband. He was beautiful.

She held out her pinkie, and Paul grabbed it tightly with his tiny fingers. From the way his mouth opened and closed as he bawled, she could tell he was trying to form words. She was secretly glad he couldn't, although it made her feel guilty to think it. It just would have been so complicated to have a talking baby; this way he'd be much easier to manage.

Melissa felt a pang of regret as the doctors cut the cord connecting her to Paul. A nurse took Paul away and Melissa was sent off to recuperate. Hours passed before she was allowed to see him again, but while she waited she was treated to constant updates from the nurses. Apparently Paul was lying in a ward full of newborn babies, and while he wasn't crying much he was still proving to be one of the fussiest babies they'd seen in a long time.

Finally Paul was brought in to see her. Wrapped snugly in a little blue blanket, he looked for all the world like a regular newborn infant. But his eyes were already open, and his glowering expression was hardly that of a typical child his age. Most of his animosity seemed focused on Jim, although he looked pretty grumpy in general.

Melissa's breasts were painfully full, and, unable to stop herself, she took Paul in her arms, undid her top and placed his lips against her sensitive nipple. He wriggled weakly, trying to resist, but she just held him there, gently chucking him under the chin.

"C'mon, baby. Open up and have your din-din. Make mommy happy."

Paul opened his mouth as if to speak, and Melissa took the opportunity to pop her nipple in. He looked up at her indignantly, but she began to bounce him slightly and in an instant her milk was flowing. It felt fabulous, an almost orgasmic release, and soon Paul was actually gulping her milk down. Sleepily sucking on her nipple, he looked so cute she could have died of joy. He really was her baby now!

"I guess the little guy was hungry."

It was Jim speaking, and the words made Paul scrunch his little face into a frown and stop feeding, but only for a moment. Melissa was delighted to discover that whenever her nipple was near, Paul couldn't seem to focus on much else. She smiled to herself, savoring the feel of his little mouth and the milk draining from her swollen breast.

Eventually Paul was full, and he drifted off to sleep in her arms. Jim quietly excused himself, promising to visit again in the morning, and Melissa was left alone with her little man.

It wasn't long before she had the chance to diaper Paul for the first time, an experience Melissa found deliriously thrilling. There was something so fulfilling about seeing him squirm helplessly beneath her as she delicately washed his soft bottom and tiny genitals. He weakly attempted to kick her away, but she simply grabbed hold of his chubby leg and went on about her business, grinning wickedly down at him.

"Look at you, you look just like a plump little tom turkey! Who's got your drumstick? Who's got your drumstick?"

He tried to wriggle his leg free, but of course it was hopeless.

"Hold still," she cooed. "Mommy has to clean up after her messy little man!"

She flopped him over onto his belly and began to pat baby powder onto his bottom, savoring his squeals of protest. Then she pinned a clean white diaper onto him, picked him up and snuggled him against her plump bosom, so deeply she was almost suffocating him. He started to cry, something she loved to watch. He always tried so hard to hold it back, but then a sob would escape and soon his infant nature would win out and he was bawling for mommy. Thankfully, he invariably quieted down the instant he got a taste of her milk.

She took down her top and offered her breast to him. With tears still in his eyes he latched on and began to feed. He seemed to always be hungry, and Melissa wasn't complaining.

She'd been afraid Paul's arrival would scare Jim off, but Jim was wonderful with the baby, always playing with him and patiently enduring the constant tantrums. Paul was a beautiful baby, but he was certainly a handful. Most of the time he acted like a typically petulant infant, although she could often see how desperately he wanted to speak and how much he resented being treated like the baby he was.

At first she tried not to get physical with Jim in front of Paul, but their relationship was so passionate that she found it impossible to resist Paul's advances no matter who was around. Besides, it was so easy to forget that her baby, squirming across the room in his crib, had once been her husband. She rationalized her behavior by telling herself that eventually Jim would probably be Paul's daddy, and it was important that Paul should see Jim was the new man of the house. Obviously Jim never made love to her when Paul was in the room, but he did almost everything else, and whenever she glanced over at Paul during these moments he would be staring at them with an outraged little pout she found simply adorable.

When Jim asked Melissa to marry him, she accepted without a moment's hesitation. It was true, she'd never technically gotten divorced from Paul, but officially she was his widow now, and it wasn't like he was in much of a position to object.

She threw herself into the wedding plans, but, true to her thrifty personality, she picked up most of her supplies from vintage stores. She bought a beautiful wedding dress for just a few dollars, and two antique wedding rings for just slightly more. At the ceremony, all present agreed that she made one of the loveliest brides they'd ever seen.

Paul and Melissa didn't go anyplace special for their honeymoon; they both just took a few weeks off and planned to stay home screwing each other silly. On their wedding night Melissa slipped off her gown and, in a touch even she had to admit was a little perverse, she slipped on the same lacy white teddy she'd worn on her last night with Paul. She now thought of it as her "lucky" teddy. It was still a little snug across her bosom, but otherwise it fit quite nicely, and she knew Jim wouldn't be disappointed.

She reclined sexily on the bed, waiting for Jim, and when he came into the bedroom he saw her and whistled appreciatively.

"God, Melissa you're beautiful."

"Thanks," she said. "Just be gentle with my boobs, they're still pretty tender from Paul's last feeding."

Jim dropped his robe, revealing his toned, tanned, masculine body. He was naked but for the wedding ring that glinted in the room's dim light. He sat himself beside Melissa, slipped down one of the teddy's cups, and began to lap his tongue in circles around her nipple.

"Darn," he said, his tone mock-outraged. "I don't wanna be gentle with them! What if I want some milk, too?

She giggled, holding back a moan as he worked her nipples.

"Nope! No milk for you. Milk is for babies."

"Only babies?"

"Uh-huh. Only babies get mommy's sweet, tasty milk."

He began to suck deeply, and she felt her milk about to come. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Oh," Jim said between sucks. "That's too bad. I wish I was your baby, so I could have some"

Suddenly there was a loud whoosh, and a flash so bright Melissa could see it even with her eyes closed. Even before she opened her eyes, she knew what to expect.

Jim's ring sat on the bed next to her. He was nowhere to be seen, although judging by her suddenly plump belly, Melissa guessed he wasn't far away. Her breasts, even fatter than before and primed by Jim's sucking, were leaking little dribbles of milk onto the bed. She grabbed a tissue from the bedside to dab at them, but it was too late. She needed to be milked, and soon. In a minute she'd go feed Paul, whether he was hungry or not. At this rate, the kid was gonna get fat!

Standing with some difficulty, she waddled over to the mirror and was greeted by her familiar, rounded silhouette. She had to admit that she'd kind of missed being pregnant. Ever since she'd slimmed back down, she'd felt somehow incomplete. Her breasts were now simply enormous, which wasn't so surprising considering that she'd soon have two little mouths to feed.

She looked down at her own ring, thinking she should really use it to wish both of her husbands back into grown-ups. But then she turned sideways, placing a hand on her swollen belly, and she felt a ticklish little stirring within.

An impulse took hold of her. She told herself it was mad, possibly even evil, but she couldn't stop herself. She put the ring up close to her lips, whispering into its bright, clear stone.

"This time, I want a girl."

There was a whoosh, the ring flashed and then went dim. She felt a kick from her belly, then another and another, growing ever more frantic. She sat down on the bed, her stomach drooping out between her thighs, and contemplated what she'd just done. She felt horribly guilty, but she couldn't help smiling as she imagined dressing Jim up in a little pink dress, his hair in pigtails.

Paul had overheard it all, and from down the hall Melissa now heard the sound of her firstborn giggling happily in his crib, the first laugh of his new life.

Click here to go back to previous page