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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

- A Wedding Fanatsy -

    My fantasy combines my enjoyment of pregnant women and
transvestism.  What could be more ejoyable then the 
following.
    I start by imagining myself seven months pregnant.  I 
can see the swell of my abdomen extending proudly out in 
front of me.  My 38D breasts now two cups sizes larger than 
normal still point their resovoirs of milk upward.  After 
about 10 minutes of this mind setting experience I decide I 
need a shower to continue.
    In the shower I get myself wet all over so the perfumed 
soap I have will lather well.  Stopping the water, I work 
the soap over my entire body spending considerable time on 
my "breasts" and "love mountain".  With a razor I carefully 
shave, removing all the hair from my chest and belly.  For 
my underarms and legs I'll use a hair removing lotion.  The 
pungent odor helps maintain the "feminine needs" mood.  
Before I can tend to my legs I must start the transformation 
process.
    To physically look seven months pregnant I have had made 
a body suit formed to fit that has the distended belly and 
the full breasts with erect nipples.
     Within this mound there would be a doll baby that 
squirms and moves for further realism.  It's made in flesh 
color and the latex is skin soft to touch.  I use baby 
powder to assist in getting this garment on and the smell 
enhances the sense and mood.  I use nipple clips on my real 
breasts to achieve the "slight ache" in my developing 
breast.  I select my favorite underwire nursing bra with 
elastic straps which allows my breast to bounce slightly as 
I walk.  I have matching briefs with a lace expansion panel 
and "fleur de lis" embroider.  Now dressed in these fine 
undergarments and blonde wig I'm deeper into my "pregnancy" 
and can continue the basic preparations.
    Mind and senses are used to increase the enjoyment of 
this fantasy.  I apply cocoa butter scented hair remover to 
my underarms and legs and savor the odor and tingling 
sensation it causes.  I wait the prescribed 20 minutes and 
wipe the dissolved hair away.
    Continuing the "dressing up" process I have toast 
colored maternity support pantihose.  They add a special 
shine to my attractive legs.  The flowers in the lace 
expansion panel seems to blossom as they expand and stretch 
around my belly.  My camisole also matches my bra and 
panties and of coarse is a "maternity fashion".  My blouse 
is a white silk that has an inverted pleet gathered just 
above the breasts.  A "peter pan" collar of lace adds the 
raccenting touch.  As I like to show my legs, I just wear 
slightly longer tops around the house with no slacks or 
skirt, I've found the shortest maternity skirt available.  I 
had to settle for one with the new "grow with you waist" to 
get this short length. I generally prefer items with the old 
"expansion panels".  I put on a base coat of fondation 
makeup add cheek blusher and lipstick.  My eyeshadow is a 
pale lavender and just enough mascara  adding color and body 
to my brows and eyelashes. My three inch heel sandles with 
straps that cross to mid-calve complete my transformation 
and I pause with closed eyes and ponder my condition and my 
adventure.
    I'm dreaming of my wedding day and the fun I'll have 
looking for that just right wedding gown.  I know some sales 
people will be offended by a girl in my condition choosing a 
white gown but they always say it's the brides day and she 
can do whatever pleases her.  In my fantasy I find a bridal 
shop that caters to pregnant brides and carries many styles 
that are maternity design or have high and empire waists 
that will be suitable.  The shop has made an appointment and 
is willing to help me enjoy my fantasy with the provision 
that I do buy a gown.
    With nervous anticipation I set out for the shop.  I am
greeted by an attractive, slightly older women who enters 
into typical "welcome bride" talk.  "How are you.  I see 
you've already started your family."  I respond "accidents 
cause people" as she begins to show me very stylish 
maternity underwear.  All in silk and lace with many bows on 
both panties and bra.  The panel on the panties is the most 
delicate lace pattern I've seen and almost causes me to have 
and "accident" of my own.  I decide this set is a must and 
place it on the counter by the cash register.  I select 
white pantihose with wedding bell applique at the ankle.  We 
move into a room that looks like a winter wonderland to me, 
with so many gowns hanging on racks and displayed on 
maniquins then reflecting in the many mirrors that hang 
throughout the room.  The dream and excitement is becoming 
overbearing.  Choosing five dresses in my size I step behind 
a small partition and remove my skirt and blouse.  When she 
hands me the first gown I hold it tight to my swollen breast 
with one arm and across my baby filled belly with the other.  
My mind is bursting with joy as I get to try on my first 
wedding gown.  I feel a slight wetness in my panties and 
know some spermial fluid is beginning to ecscape.  I have 
the strange thought that some unsuspecting bride might come 
in and try on this gown and get pregnant from my 
ejaculation. This gown is fairly plain but will be one of 
the least expenseive at two hundred dollars.  It has no 
train and drops straight from the gathered empire waist.  It 
is suggested that a bouffant slip would add fullness and 
help hide my condition.  Probably the talk a bride would 
want to hear but I don't want to hide anything.  I want to 
amplyfy and show off my "condition".  As I parade in this 
gown I decide to examine each of the other dresses, trying 
the one I like the best on next.  Choosing what would be the 
gown of any girls dreams, having embroidered standup 
neckline.  Net yoking both front and back.  Chantilly-type 
lace on the raised waisteline with ample material to expand 
over a blossoming belly.  The skirt is trimmed in organza 
flower appliques.  Victorian sleeves puff at the shoulders 
and hug the forarm to the wrist.  The extended chapel-length 
train truely makes this dress a fantasy come true. I know if 
I try this dress on I'm going to release a full load of cum.  
I step behind the partition with this gown and after 
removing the first one I frantically put a rubber over my 
anxious member.  I wish I had thought of that when I was 
dressing.  My excitement has reached a fever pitch as I ask 
for help in zipping and fastening the final buttons.  When I 
turn to the sales lady and she say's "you look beautiful" my 
mind wants to believe she means it.
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(Copyright April 1989 -  May not be copied or reproduced 
either in parts or it's entirty without written permission 
of Jerri-Ann Ltd.)