Becoming the Trophy Wife, Part 1

I don't know how I ended up stuck in the body of my future father-in-law's stupid new trophy wife, Lexi — but I did. 

Seriously, of all people, why did it have to be her? 

There was nothing I could say to anyone when it happened. Who would have believed me? By some supernatural occurance I was slammed into her body, taken by it, possessed of it, imprisioned within its curvaceous contours. My mind a warm, pink and fluffy, cotton candy cloud. My tummy teeming with butterflies. My perfect pink pussy purring to be pleased.

Fuck.

It doesn't help Lexi barely finished high school and has piles of credit card debt or I swear I would divorce her dad right now. I don't know why I keep up the charade. There's a dullness between my ears but I totally can't explain it, as dull as the pain in my back lugging around her huge fake tits. God, my rack is huge. It's always in the way, always reminding me what I am — your daddy's living sex doll.

I know every thought that comes out of my fake lips is soooo dumb, and yet, I can't help but babble on and giggle about everything. I'm starting not to notice. I bounce and flirt. I am becoming a total bimbo.

Oh fuck, her dad's cock is huge. Why am I so fucking horny all of the time? Why does it have to feel so good? It totally doesn't help he knows what he is doing in bed. Every day I promise myself I will leave and every night ends up like this. 

I try to read a book or think about something intelligent but I can't seem to focus. After a few minutes, as I pretend to read, I feel my perfectly manicured fingers wandering slowly beneath the sheets to check on his huge. . . Oh god. No.

"Oh fuck. Yes! Grab those fake tits."

Oh fuck. You bought these. These two burdens I carry for your sexual pleasure. You bought these for Lexi and now I have to lug them around everywhere I go — so you better play with them while you fuck me. Yes, yes yes!

I couldn't believe Lexi stopped taking the pill. I saw the last spent package in the master bathroom trash, every pill slot poked out and empty. It turns out her dad wants another kid! My entire life has been turned upside down and now I'm supposed to grow my ex-fiance Susan's half-sister in my belly? No way! This is all too much. 

Too much like her dad's huge cock. Giggle. "Mmm. Yes!" I listen to my moans, converted into the bimbo-y tones of Lexi's voice. Hearing it makes me even wetter. God I love how he sits back and lets me work. No...what am I saying?! I don't mean that! I swear!

You should have seen the way I rode your dad last night. I faced him. I was his little cowgirl boucing and fucking his cock. I can't forget the sensation of my tits suspending themselves in the air as I would rise and then slamming down to my chest, making me collide even harder into your daddy's cock.  

The worst thing about this is I'm still stuck going to stupid family functions. And now I have to see my wife's new boyfriend, Rick. She's already moved on. I can't believe it. 

They are staying over at our house tonight. I cooked dinner watching them. But rather than jealousy, I was finding it hard to contain myself as I gazed over the steaming pots at Rick. 

For one thing, he's fucking hot and I feel wet whenever he's in the kitchen. I've caught him staring at my tits nestled in my apron a few times. I simply push my chest out and smile.

At dinner my fiance Susan asked my advice on if he was the one.

I tossed my hair and whispered. "Girl, If he leaves you shaking every night, then he's it." I knew by her pained expression I should stop but I kept going. "Does he make you cum?"

She looked sooo uncomfortable. Like, totally. She cast a glance at my cleavage bounding in my top. Perhaps she was jealous? Still, she responded in a whisper. 

"Yes. . . "

"Mmm." I liked my lips. "Good." 

I was a little jealous of her answer, and yet, even more turned on - already knowing from our time in the bedroom she probably couldn't fuck Rick half has good as I could. "Then you have your answer. You better keep your lips around his cock and never let go." My eyes shifted to Rick across the table. I wanted to drop my fork and get a good look at what he was packing under the table. I even licked my huge lips, knowing I could best Susan in a blowjob contest with these lips.

Wait. What am I thinking?! OMG! This all has to stop. I can't keep going on like. . . Oh. . . oh fuck. I'm close. "Yes! Right there! I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come!"

Maybe if I scream loud enough Rick will hear me in the guest bedroom.

Oh, fuck, Susan.

Did your dad just come inside of me again? 

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