"Oh hell no, Devonte! You lost your job again! How are we gonna take care of the kids?" Latisha turned to see her neighbors Chantal and Devonte going at it again. Devonte was known forgetting fired for playing hooky at work, and Chantal was getting tired of it. But, she was no better. All she did was yell at him without doing much herself. All she would do is complain, complain, complain. Devonte stood there is a brown jacket and blue jeans. The burly man stood at 6' 2" and towered over his wife. He also had a shaven head and a goatee. Chantal was 5' 6" with E-cups breasts (swollen due to pregnancy) with her 6-month-old son feeding currently at one of them. She wore a dirty white tank top with no bra that barely fit over her baby bump. She also wore a pair of blue short short that said "Juicy" on the back of her large ass. Latisha estimated her to be 7-months pregnant.
"I'll be back soon, baby." Devonte said quietly.
"What and leave me hear with the kids? You going out again? Devonte, when are you going to grow up? Where's your sense of responsibility?..." And she kept talking on so on and so forth.
"Baby, I have to go out if I want to go find a job." Devonte pleaded.
"Oh, sure. I bet you are just sneaking behind my back with some other woman."
Latisha found this to be the moment, just as Devonte turned to leave. She quickly swapped their heads. Devonte blinked a few times and then looked down to see his son sucking on his engorged nipple. Using his free hand, he fished his tight shorts out of his flat crotch.
"Fine, baby. I'll take care of the kids for now. Junior needs to feed anyway. And I'm the only one who can give it to him. But, that means you need to go out and find work!" He now used his free hand to rub his other sore and milk-filled tit.
Chantal, atop her new bulky male body, finally let her scowl go. "Okay, Devonte. Since you are making an effort to watch the kids, I'll look for work." She grabbed her penis and adjusted the 9-inch whopper into a new position. Latisha sometimes believed that monster is the only reason Chantal ended up with Devonte in the first place. "I'll save this for you when I get home," Chantal's plump lips smirked as she gestured her appendage towards Devonte.
Devonte, with his pregnancy hormones, was quite horny. He stroked his beard with his painted hand and felt his pussy begin to ache. "And don't forget to switch tits soon, D!" She said as she turned and got in the old stationwagon and drove away.
"Damn, boy. Not so hard." Latisha laughed, knowing that little Junior just bit his nipple.
All this swapping and she still had not found herself a new body. Maybe it was time to change that...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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