"A-are you sure about this, hun?" I asked nervously, looking across the enclosed booth's table at my wife of 19 years.
"Definitely," she responded, a hungry grin spreading across her otherwise-focused face. She had been filling out the form for over an hour, stressing over each detail of the thick, bound questionnaire in front of her.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. We had talked about going to the local R3born clinic for months now, and our desire for something fresh to spice up our otherwise-vanilla love life eventually got us in the door. Now that we were here, sitting in the booth, I had realized we had never discussed what we would actually change, only that, whatever we decided to alter, would be temporary. This was to ensure that anything we were unhappy with could be fixed without any costs that our insurance didn't cover.
We decided that she would be the only one to fill out a form this time around, and, after waiting a couple weeks to make sure nothing went wrong, I would get to go next.
I sat there, impatiently waiting, for far longer than I had expected, so, when my wife finally called out to me, she had to say my name three times just to break me out of my daze.
"Hey... HEY!"
"W-what? Sorry?"
"I said I'm done and I wanted you to look it over before I turn it in."
"Sure," I said, doing my best to hide the extreme excitement I felt coursing through me. As she handed me the heavy forms, my hands shook slightly as I began thumbing through the pages, only pausing to examine my wife's answers.
Sex
- Male
- Female
That was an easy one. I definitely would have called the operation off if she had selected anything different.
Hair Color
- Brown
- Blonde
- Red
- Black
- Other, please specify
Ooh, touched by fire, huh? I looked up at my wife, smirking as I raised a single eyebrow.
"What," she asked. "Surprised? I thought it would look nice."
Oh, I thought internally, It absolutely will.
Height
- Tiny
- Small
- Average
- Tall
- Huge
No need to change that, I guess. My wife and I had always been close in height, and neither of us had any complaints on the subject.
Weight
- Emaciated
- Thin
- Average
- Plush
- Heavy
No surprise there... I subtly looked across the table. She'd never been 'overweight,' per se, but we could both stand to lose a few pounds and this seemed like a pretty easy way to achieve that.
Breasts
- Flat
- Small
- Average
- Large
- Extra Large
- Other, please specify
Now that was a surprise.
"Nothing extra in the tits department?" I asked skeptically?
"Nah," she said, obviously annoyed at my crude comment. "Figured I'd start small, and build up if we both liked it."
"Well, I definitely like it..."
"Fine," she said, "mark average and we'll try again later.
I sighed, before erasing her penciled-in circle and instead making a mark next to 'large.' I inwardly smiled at my deviousness. Certainly she wouldn't be mad, right? It's only temporary.
Ass
- Taut
- Cute
- Bubble
- Fat
- Titanic
In moderation, I reminded myself. We can always change it later. Though I do wish she had given herself more junk in the trunk.
Hips
- Narrow
- Thin
- Average
- Wide
- Waspish
No need to go crazy on this one. The answer was sensible, and I had never paid too much attention to hips, so I guess I was fine with what she had picked.
Libido
- Frigid
- Low
- Normal
- High
- Nymphomaniac
"Atta' girl," I cheered looking up at her. She simply winked before returning to texting on her phone.
I would've expected a more conservative pick here, but I'm not complaining!
Fertility
- Barren
- Low
- Average
- High
- Extreme
Woah, I was surprised. Baby fever? At our age? Well, we rarely talked about it, but she always said she hated the idea of being pregnant, so I'm intrigued at her decision.
I figured, since this first operation was just a trial, we could go back and discuss this one further at a later date. For now, I'll let her have her fun.
~
Finally done looking through her choices, I set down the document. She had penciled in a few things in the notes section, like 'obedient' and 'accent' but I figured those things wouldn't actually get through since they would cost extra.
"Well, sweetheart," I began, "I can't wait to see how you turn out!"
She looked at me, half-confused half-amused. "Oh, dear. You must have been confused. This is your form, dear!
"Wha-" I began, suddenly feeling drowsy as the room filled with a thick, pink gas.
My wife began to giggle. "I filled out my form ages ago. I guess I'm not surprised you didn't notice, since we haven't had sex in weeks. See you on the other side, honey!"
~
I came to consciousness in my own bed, but that was the only thing that felt familiar. I felt... different. Lighter in some places and much heavier in others. I quickly scrambled out of bed, realizing I was much, much shorter and feeling two heavy weights pulling down on my much-weaker chest. Fearing the worst, I peered into the standing mirror my wife had begged me to install years prior, and found a completely foreign visage staring back at me.
My features were soft, practically fairy-like, and fiery-red hair flowed down from my head like a mane. My thin shoulders and soft, femine back supported two surprisingly-large breasts, each capped with soft, pink nipples. Further down, I found wide hips designed for breeding and a soft, fat ass that jiggled with each of my light steps.
My wife stepped into the room, wearing nothing but her silk gown. She looked the same, save a large dick that was sticking from underneath the sash.
"Why'dya you do this?" I asked, surprised by new, high-pitched voice but even more surprised at the southern-belle accent I now possessed.
She continued walking forward, the large slab of meat between her thighs swaying with each step. She was big. And she was hard. "It's simple, dear. We wanted to mix things up, so I figured we'd go big!" Now, on your knees, slut."
"I ain't gonna-" I began, shocked as I involuntarily fell to my knees. I felt a strange quivering in my crotch. Was... Was I turned on by her commanding me?
"Suck," she said simply.
And so I did. Wildly. Passionately. Each of her words of encouragement made me more into it. Each command made me more aroused.
By the time she told me to get on the bed, I was dripping wet. I was frightened as she entered me, but the fear quickly melted away, leaving only mind-blowing pleasure as she plowed me into the sheets.
"Good girl," she whispered. "Good girl," she grunted, vigorously pumping in and out of my once-virgin snatch. "I know you saw the options on the sheet. You know what happens when I fill you up, don't you?"
I nodded sheepishly.
"Answer me!"
"Yes, miss!" My wife hated it when I called her ma'am.
"Well, what do you want? Say it!"
"I-" I couldn't think straight. My mind could only focus on the intense pleasure, and never wanting it to end. "I want it inside me! Please, fill me up and make me a mommy!"
"Good girl!" She shouted, releasing a massive load, filling my newly-formed womb with thick, virile seed.
As we both came down from the high, panting and covered in sweat, my wife took my hands in hers. "Sorry I didn't go over this with you... I wanted it to be a surprise and I knew you'd never say yes."
"Well," I gasped, still recovering from the decimating fucking I had just received. "At least we have a couple weeks to try out other things."
"About that..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE INSURANCE DIDN'T GO THROUGH?!?!"