Pregnancy Symptoms

"I have to say, I'm really enjoying your bigger boobs, Allison," I said, with a sly grin.

My wife rolled her eyes playfully.

"I wish you could be pregnant instead of me," she retorted.

I laughed, knowing she was only teasing, "If only I had the equipment for it..."

Seven months to go, assuming all went well. The thought alone was enough to make me feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.

I playfully grabbed her breasts, but she recoiled, “Oh, no, they’re so sore that I can’t even stand the slightest touch right now!”

“Alright, alright,” I raised my hands in surrender.

I leaned back against the couch, observing her with a mix of admiration and concern. The way her body had changed —it was beautiful. There was no visible bump yet, but the hormonal glow about her was unmistakable.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Just… how …sexy you are."

“Gabe!” she rolled her eyes, “You know, sometimes I wish we could swap pl—”

The room started to shake, and the picture frames rattled against the walls.

“What the hell?” Allison exclaimed, her eyes wide as she grabbed my arm.

“It’s probably just an earthquake,” I said, but I was slowly losing consciousness.

I felt weightless for a moment before everything went dark.

When I came to again, I felt strange, “What happened—”

I stopped. My voice sounded different. Higher pitched. I glanced down in a panic, my heart racing as I took in the unfamiliar sight before me. My hands were slender, delicate, adorned with brightly colored nail polish that wasn’t mine. The shirt I wore clung to curvy contours that had never been there before.

“What the—?” I breathed, my voice laced with confusion and disbelief.

“Gabe!” a man’s voice cut through the haze, ”Are you okay?”

I turned my head frantically towards the voice. He looked like …me.

“What’s going on? Why do I look like…”

“Like me,” she whispered, her eyes darting over me.

“And… you’re me… We just… swapped?” my heart pounded.

The man—my reflection, my doppelgänger—nodded slowly, a look of bewilderment etched across his face.

We bolted over to the mirror and stared in horror at the reflection. Two sets of wide eyes, two faces caught somewhere between disbelief and fascination.

“This is insane!” I exclaimed, my hands brushing over the silky fabric of the shirt—Allison's shirt, “We actually swapped bodies!”

“I can’t believe this,” Allison muttered.

“You joked about swapping places—could it be…?” I trailed off, recalling the lighthearted banter we shared moments before.

With trembling fingers, I reached up to touch my face. My finger traced the delicate curve of Allison’s jaw, the softness of her cheek. My hands grabbed my chest, but instead of the familiar contours of my own body, I felt the swell of her breasts again.

“Gabe! Focus,” Allison urged, “We need to figure out how to switch back.”

“What if this is like Freaky Friday, where we have to learn how to be each other? We were talking about the pregnancy …Oh… my God,” I grasped at her smooth stomach, still flat for now but undoubtedly preparing for the life growing within.

Allison's face paled as she realized the implications, “We can’t have a baby like this!”

I cupped her breasts in my hands again, feeling the weight of them, the softness of her skin. It was a surreal experience, knowing that these were now a part of me.

In fact, now I could touch them as much as I pleased.

“Gabe…”

“What? Come on, Allison… You’re not even in this body right now.”

“True,” she sighed, her expression half-amused, half-horrified.

I put my hands on my hips—her hips— and struck a pose in the mirror, a playful smirk spreading across my face, “But look at us! We could make the most of it. Just think about all the things we could discover from each other's perspective!”

“Gabe, this is serious!” she insisted.

I leaned closer to the mirror, taking in my new features, tracing her neck —the long waves of hair cascading down my shoulders, the delicate arch of her brows, “You know, being in your body is kind of a turn-on.”

“Gabe…” she knew she couldn’t stop me.

I turned back to her, a teasing glint in my eyes as I continued to massage her breasts, “What? Just look at me! I could rock this.”

Allison crossed her arms, trying to suppress a grin, “You might think that now, but wait until you have to deal with the actual complications of my life. Like, oh I don’t know, the fact that I can’t even enjoy a simple sandwich without thinking about whether it’s safe for the baby!”

“You know what?” she continued, “maybe you’re right. We should really try to enjoy this. I’m honestly so happy I’m not pregnant anymore.”

“Let’s see what it’s really like to live in each other’s shoes,” she reached out to grab my chest.

I gasped.

“Wow, okay, easy there,” I chuckled, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.

“What? Does this bother you, ‘Allison’?”

“Uh, no,” I uttered amidst the sensations, “You can …touch me all you want.”

Her hands moved to my butt, giving it a playful squeeze. I couldn't help but let out a surprised squeal that echoed through the room. The sound was both exhilarating and embarrassing all at once.

“Oh, you’re just a girly girl, aren’t you? I think it’s time you learned how to pleasure your darling husband,” Allison pushed me down on my knees.

“Uh, Allison? What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. Just think of it as a crash course,” she said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Are you serious?” I managed to stammer, looking up at her with wide eyes while feeling completely out of my depth.

Without a word, Allison unzipped her jeans and pulled out my cock.

My jaw dropped as I stared at my own cock, hard and aching in front of me. It was surreal, seeing it like this, attached to her body.

"Come on, Gabe. Open wide," she purred.

I couldn't believe this was my wife, my Allison, talking to me like this.

Swallowing hard, both from nerves and arousal, I leaned in closer to her crotch. Her scent filled my senses, a heady mix of familiarity and novelty that made my head spin.

As my lips slid over the engorged head of my cock, I moaned. The sensation of having my own erection in my mouth sent shivers down my spine, an odd mix of arousal and disbelief coursing through me. Allison's breathing hitched above me, her fingers entwined in my long hair as she guided my movements with grunts of approval.

"That's it, baby. Take it all in," she growled.

I gagged slightly but pushed past the discomfort, eager to please her—my—myself? This whole situation was so surreal, and yet here we were, my wife and I, exploring each other's bodies in the most intimate way possible.

My hands reached up to cup her breasts—my breasts—as I bobbed my head in sync with her moans. Each soft gasp from her lips sent a thrill through me, igniting something primal deep inside. I had never quite imagined experiencing this from the other side, and the sensations were overwhelming.

Allison's hands tightened in my hair, guiding my pace as I adjusted to the rhythm. The heat of her body was intoxicating, and despite the absurdity of our situation, I found myself lost in the moment.

"Just like that... you’re doing so well," she encouraged, her voice thick with pleasure.

Suddenly, she pulled me away gently.

“Now it’s your turn to experience what it's like to be me,” she said.

I blinked in surprise, still processing the whirlwind of sensations and the absurdity of our situation, “Wait, what do you mean?”

Before I could respond, she tugged me to my feet and shifted our positions. In an instant, I found myself pressed against the couch, her hands guiding my hips while her breath ghosted over my neck.

“Just relax,” she cooed, playfully biting my ear, “You’re going to love this.”