Knight & Lady, Part 6 (MtF, FtM TG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

Within the fantastical world of Vortis, there is no greater hero than Sir Marcus. He has earned the hand of his love, the beautiful Lady Astrid, and all should be well. But when a horrid curse prevents them from conceiving, the pair must leave on one final adventure: to an ancient well that may grant their wish to bear children. But when the wish is made, who shall be the father, and who the mother? Soon the pair must reorient themselves as their bodies switch genders and roles, all while their wish’s desire beckons.

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Chapter 6: Joining Together

They had left Yarreth, but at Alston’s direction the carriage had stopped by the side of the road only a few miles on and then taken a slight detour. After making sure everything was secured, the pair marched up the adjacent hill, Madeline fussing over the hem of her dress and occasionally her bosom as well, much to Alston’s amusement.

“Please, stop making a show of all that cleavage, my love, or else I could hardly even blame some brigands from sweeping you away!”

Madeline chuckled, putting her hands down. “As I recall, I saved you from brigands, that one time. Though, I could hardly blame them from taking you.”

“Exactly! So imagine the sight you present, twice as lovely as I was.”

“Oh, you exaggerate!” Madeline said, though her pale features blushed deeply. She had always liked rosy-cheeked women, so that effect was her own doing, embarrassingly enough. Still, her ‘husband’s’ words were strangely pleasing to hear.

“I’ll have to teach you how to wield a sword,” she remarked. “With your strength so increased and my own waned, I’m afraid our positions will be reversed. Especially if, well . . .”

If she ended up pregnant, of course. But Alston just took her hand and helped her over a step, which she accepted after some hesitation.

“It’s this dress,” she proclaimed.

“It’s a travelling dress!”

“All this hair then!”

“Oh, let me just carry you!”

Alston then shocked her by sweeping her off her feet, something which caused her to back away just before he succeeded in snatching her.

“You did not just pick me up!”

“I’ve always wanted to do this! It feels good, doesn’t it? I have many good memories of you sweeping me off my feet.”

Madeline folded her arms. “It’s . . . you are comforting, at least. Don’t drop the picnic basket.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. And you, my former husband, are very beautiful! Want me to set you down?”

Madeline smirked. “No. I want you to feel exactly how arduous a walk with a full person in your arms can be, however slight she may be.”

“Not exactly slight with a bosom like that!”

“Never mind! Put me down!”

The pair laughed as he did so, she ribbing him gently. She took the lead, following his directions.

“It hardly seems fair!” she proclaimed. “

“What, becoming a woman? Having to become pregnant?”

“No, not that! Though . . . yes. I mean me not knowing where we’re going! I’ve fought battles all across the continent, and somehow managed to never go near Yarreth on my adventures.”

Alston chuckled. “Whereas I visited this kingdom many times as a representative for my father, or with him. Yarreth and Vortis have long had strong diplomatic relations, as well as their own fair share of wars. I was nearly betrothed to a prince here.”

Madeline frowned. “Well, I’m glad I ended up the victorious man. Er, woman now, I suppose.”

“As am I, my love. But . . . I was shown a rather wonderful place during the rather awkward courtship of that time. Poor Prince Nygard was a timid, nasally mess of a man, though sweet in his own way. But the view I was allowed to see was breathtaking. Care to see it?”

“Only if Nygard has no objections.”

She giggled. “I imagine not. He married a woman from Nysbythia. A dusky-skinned beauty, I hear.”

“Lucky man, though not near as lucky as me.”

“Oh, you remain the stalwart knight charmer, even trapped in that cute female form.”

They shared a laugh and trudged forward up the hill, winding their way through a forest path and then cutting across a rocky stream.

“Tell me again why we are doing this?” Madeline asked as she began to fall behind. “I’m getting rather tired here! These little female limbs, I swear by the Nine Hells I’m becoming a dwarf!”

“Please, those legs are pleasingly long, for a woman. And besides, we need a break! A date! A reminder that we can make it through this! And, besides, the view is rather staggering, is it not?”

Alston pulled back a heavy branch blocking their way, and Madeline was surprised to hear herself gasp in a very lady-like manner. Alston grinned and helped usher her through. The leaves fell from her hair as she passed into a gorgeous little grove complete with what appeared to be a natural hot spring and gorgeous flower bed. The whole thing sat upon a cliffside overlooking the great river of Orst, which travelled all the way to their home kingdom of Vortis and beyond. It cut a wide swathe through the valley below, powerful and churning and ethereal all at once.

“By the Gods,” Madeline said.

“Indeed,” Alston said. “Few know about this, but I’m sure the prince won’t mind if we enjoy it for a while. Care to pick a spot?”

Madeline did, moving forward before settling down in the warm grass. Alston found his member stiffening a little. His new ‘wife’ didn’t realise it, but she was starting to sway her hips in an unintentionally seductive manner, a result of her pleasing, child birthing shape. She adjusted her dress, cupping her breasts a little as she settled down.

“You really need to just let them lie,” Alston said, chuckling as he got out some cheeses and bread for them to share. They began to eat, Madeline taking on her husband’s advice. They eyed each other’s forms, enjoying the succor of food as much as the sight of one another’s very attractive forms. But then, Alston chuckled again as Madeline adjusted her bosom, shifting her green travelling dress about and making a new fuss.

“I can’t help it!” she declared, laughing in exasperation. “They’re always reminding me they’re there! And they’re quite heavy. To think, I once wanted a woman with such a mighty bosom.”

“I should think this a fitting punishment! Mine were more than beautiful enough.”

Madeline sighed. “Oh, trust me, I knew that. It was just a fantasy. Alas, we’re both fantasies now. And - ahh - I think my dress needs adjusting.”

“Lace it too tight again?”

Madeline frowned, a realisation creeping across her. “No. Oh . . . oh Gods, no. I rather think I’ve had one, final, growth spurt. If I arch my back just like this I -”

She straightened her back, emphasising her new chest, only for-

RIP!

“Oh, oh shit!”

RIIIIIP!

Madeline’s eyes went wide, as did Alston’s, as this final growth spurt left her chest with no more room to go. Her impressive mammaries tore at the seams of her clothing, and the front of the dress ripped in spectacular fashion, causing the sudden appearance of a veritable window of cleavage, and quite a lot of it at that. Madeline’s hands went up, frozen as if she were a green-eared recruit at her first battle, not knowing what to do. She’d fought demons, dragons, evil liches and even human enemies who were far crueler than those, but she’d never dealt with a godsdamned wardrobe malfunction! Her breasts expanded, the flesh no longer constrained nearly so painfully, and it brought a sudden relief among the humiliation. Her nipples were thankfully still covered, but she now looked like a tavern wench about to be taken by the hero of one of those garish novels solid by northern Harish merchants.

“This is ridiculous!” she said, after getting her squeaky shock under control.

“Ridiculous,” Alston said, “and spectacular. You know, I am very much seeing the appeal in a plump pair of breasts now, husband.”

“Plump? These are far more than plump? Gods, they’re heavy!”

“They would be! Impressive pert on your chest, though.”

She folded her arms, but her arms could never cover all of that boob flesh now.

“Oh, and that’s supposed to be a good thing?” she said. “By the Black Mountain, I’m a top-heavy cow!”

Alston moved closer to her. “Well, if you’re a cow, you’re the prettiest one I’ve ever seen! May I see?”

Madeline sighed, then smirked, slowly removing her hands so that Alston could take in her cleavage. There really was a canyon of it now. Her large breasts rose and fell with each breath, and something about Alston’s gaze upon her made her want to breathe that way, to let her chest rise like a souffle before him.

“Seen enough?” she teased.

“I’d like to see more, actually.”

“Any more and I’ll fall out of this dress.”

Alston’s wandering hand went up her thigh, sliding up her thin waist and then cupped her cheek. His strength was more than attractive to her in that moment, despite the fact that it was a strength she once possessed.

“I can help you out of that dress, you know,” Alston said. “I’m more than happy to teach you how it’s done.”

Madeline said nothing. Her eyes simply stared into those of her lover’s. They were both on a precipice, and here, surrounded by the most romantic environs one could imagine, there was little resistance.

“I could use that help,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Alston slowly lowered his hands and began to do just that, freeing his, well, his wife’s bosom from the too-tight dress. Her nipples were perfectly sized, gorgeous pink in colour, and he marvelled at them, cupping the flesh.

“Mhm,” she murmured. “They’re sensitive.”

“Just how you liked in a woman?”

She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation.

“E-exactly. Oohh, go slowly, but don’t stop.”

“I could use some attention too, my love.”

She grinned, biting her lip in a very cute manner. “Then I shall give it. Just . . . let me go slowly as well. I like this, but I feel that in becoming a maid I have also taken on a feminine hesitance as well.”

Alston continued to carefully but lovingly caress the very impressive chest of her lover, her breasts half the size of their owner’s head each. “And I think all this manliness is making me quite the aggressor. Let me lead this dance, my love, just this once.”

Madeline swallowed, then nodded. She still wanted to be the man, the protector, the knight, but right now, she simply wanted him. With slightly shaking hands, she reached out and began to unbutton Alston’s shirt, revealing his strong, supple muscles and impressively hairy chest. It was enough to make her swallow yet again.

“I feel a little hairy,” Alston said, blushing.

“Hairy is good,” Madeline said, entranced as she ran her fingers over his chest. “Very good, in fact.”

They began to explore one another, sliding out of their clothes completely. Madeline blushed and so did Alston as they removed the last of their garments, revealing their changed genitalia. They were indeed now opposites, turned into their own personal fantasies, their libidos beginning to rage. But this was not some primal act, nor some animalistic call to mate, no matter what the spell had ensured for their future. Both were nervous as if it were their first time again, and Alston even voiced this concern.

“It is our first time,” Madeline said, holding him and trying to ignore how wonderful his massive hardness was against her slim belly. “From these bodies, from our new positions.”

“I suppose we take it slow?”

“Not all the way,” Madeline said. “Just . . . get used to one another.”

That they did in the following minutes, their hands gliding over each other’s forms, feeling muscles and curves that had not been there before. The pair gasped and groaned at different points, surprised at the sensitivity of their new regions, or the loss of sensitivity elsewhere. Their breathing quickened, especially as Madeline pressed her very full bustline against Alston’s rugged chest. Her nipples slide against his hairy front, making her moan with surprising ecstasy. Alston touched himself, stroking his own cock and bucking slightly against her as she sat upon his lap, facing him.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It wants you,” Alston complained. 

“It can’t have me! It’s far too big! How on earth could I even fit that inside me?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised, my love.” He lowered a hand and slid a finger over her entrance, leaving her to gasp. “Especially when one is properly aroused by good foreplay.”

“Ohhhhh, I . . . ahhhh. Perhaps if I lie down, I could feel it against me? Just against me?”

Alston took a deep breath. “That would be . . . most pleasing. Gods, this big thing really wants to be in you.”

Madeline lay on her back, legs spread from a new feminine instinct. It was strange, having a powerful man over her, just as it was strange to have her big tits flopping about from her movements, weighing heavily on her ribcage. Alston played with them, even licked her nipples a little as he positioned his cock against her entrance. It was enough to make her moan even more loudly.

“I think - Gods, I think we might be going too f-far, Alston.”

Alston hesitated. “I think - I think you might be right. I . . . I feel such a need, my love. I’ve never felt this kind of power, before. This desire to plunge inside of you.”

Madeline shivered, whimpered, even. “Ahhhh, that sounds so - no! We should . . . oh, to hell with it. It’s an adventure, right?”

Alston chuckled. “Still my brave night, no matter how sweet and bosomy she may be right now. Ready yourself.”

“I can handle it. I’ve been pierced by many a real sword and - MHPHH!!”

She was not prepared for this particular sword, and her fingernails began to rake across Alston’s back as he entered her. His girth was incredible, his length even more so. Her wet passage was hungry for him, stretching wide to accommodate her husband’s godly manhood. Alston, for his part, could barely believe what he was doing. He was wielding a manly visage and playing a manly part. All this he could do, but now he was actively penetrating his former husband, making her moan like a woman true. He gripped one breast, making her actually squeal, and then began to thrust within her, slowly at first and then with greater speed. She bucked her hips as well, until the full length of his impressive cock went all the way in, retreating almost to her entrance, before diving back in. Her breasts wobbled, jiggling almost all the way up to her chin. 

“D-don’t s-stop! Oh Gods, it’s d-different, but good!”

“I a-agree!” Alston said. “I’ve never felt s-so in control! Cry out for me, my love! I want you to be a woman this moment, and me the bear of a man who holds you!”

Madeline blushed redder than ever before, but granted her husband’s desire. She cried out, removing any shame from the moment as she gave into her passions. She was being fulfilled, and she pulled Alston’s face down to kiss it passionately. At that very moment he thrust into her, and it became all too much.

“Mhmm - mhmm - MMHHHMM!!!”

She climaxed, crying out into his mouth even as she continued to kiss him. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her, and this was magnified by Alston continuing to thrust. He lasted only ten or more seconds, time enough for at least three orgasms by Madeline’s delirious count, and then he came within her, his body going rigid, his cock pulsing, his warm seed flooding her tunnel. It flowed deep into her, pouring into her waiting womb. She grinned, biting her lip and shuddering in the afterglow of it all.

They held one another, slightly sweaty, the cool grass dimming the heat of their joining slowly but surely. The sensation of Madeline’s breasts was wonderful to Alston; like two great pillows against his chest. He shifted positions to rest his head over them, and Madeline began stroking his head, as if she had played the part of the post-coital lover all her life.

“That was . . . not bad at all,” Alston said. “What did you think?”

“I think . . . I think I need time to think,” Madeline said. “It’s not every day you turn into a woman and then get fucked into deliriousness by your former wife.”

“So crude, husband! Where is the poet knight I knew?”

“I rather think he got left somewhere behind, perhaps when you were sucking on these damn sensitive nipples. Gods, I can’t believe how good that felt.”

They chuckled, holding one another.

“So, we did the deed,” Alston said. “Do you think?”

“Oh no, I refuse to think about that. Besides, once would not be enough, surely?”

Alston didn’t say anything, and the realisation that something might be happening at that moment made both of them quite nervous, especially Madeline.

“What should we do?” she asked.

“I think,” Alston started, before looking over to the hot spring. “I think we should have a nice bath together. It’ll be nice to get to know each other’s bodies a bit more in such a setting. Especially those lovely breasts of yours. I don’t even mind that they’re so much bigger than my pair was, now.”

“That makes one of us!”

They got up, and walked to the hot spring together. It was a good way to clear one’s head, relax, and come down from the passions they had just given themselves over to. Of course, as they found out just half an hour later, it was also a good way to restore said passions, in no small part due to the way Alston kept admiring the curve of Madeline’s bosom above the waterline.

Not long after that, the moans were already starting again.

To Be Continued . . .