Queen Bitch Part 2

Nick remembered how evil Jordan had been to him all those years ago. They had become friends later on when he had gone to visit her, but still he couldn't get his eyes off of the new Jordan's belly. She handled it so much better than the previous one had.

Monty came outside a lot calmer than he had been. He walked over to the two of them, holding each other and talking, and snickered to himself. "Just look at those tits. She was always big."

"Baby, please don't start problems." She cooed at him.

Monty looked down at her and rubbed his hand across her face, smiling and thinking about how good it felt when she'd blow him. "Relax. I'm just stressed. I'm worried about how things are going to work out. Those babies are soon coming and I'll be a dad again."

She moved away from Nick, and moved up to Monty, her huge breasts rubbing against his showered body. She put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, looking down at Nick. She felt Monty's hands reach down around her butt and inside of her panties clenching her ass. "We've been over this. There's nothing to worry about. I'm not like she was… not bitchy when I'm pregnant. I still like sex a lot. I give you head… I'm gonna have these babies and carry them to term with you around. They need their daddy."

He rubbed her back as her tits rubbed against his chest. "I didn't mean to upset your son here. It's just too much to deal with. I'm putting so much of myself in your hands. What if Linda finds out about this."

Jordan turned to Nick and nudged his arm, "Hey hon, please can you get me something to quench my thirst? Lemonade with ice, and put my things in the back of the truck?" she took his hand and kissed it. She made a swirling motion with her finger when she mentioned the ice. "Things will work out sweetheart."

"Ok." He said, looking at Jordan and Monty sitting there together. He almost rolled his eyes, but remembered that she was playing him as much as he had played her. It was weird, even creepy, to see Monty being treated tactfully by the same woman who had done this to Nick. He got the feeling that she needed some time. "I'll take a minute though."

When the boy was out of sight inside of the cabin, Jordan turned to Monty and threw her arms around his neck. She brought her lips up to his and kissed him, licking the water from his shower. "I don't want to think about it. I just want these babies out of me. I wish you could know how this feels. I never knew it could be so…"

Monty put his hands on her belly and pulled her a little bit away from him, "You just remember who you are. I thought about it when I was taking a shower. I even stopped to look out the window to see you and him sitting out here. I've been so wrong to look at you like my daughter-in-law." He bent down and kissed her, "I love you, but what I did to you was wrong. I can't change it though, and whether I stay with you or not…"

She took his hand and put it down between her legs, "Baby it doesn't matter. You're such an asshole, but I remember what it was like when I was a man. I only get mad at you when you treat my boy that way." She turned her head away and sighed, "Which really isn't my boy anymore. No matter how I try and be positive with him."

"No… he is your boy. He's as stubborn as you are. It does matter about me fucking you though…" She leaned forward and kissed him, putting her finger over his mouth. He moved her finger away from him and continued. "…and I'm not here to fuck you anymore. I'm just here to be there for the babies, and get my drinking buddy back."

She stepped away from him and put her hands on her belly. She couldn't help but look motherly to him, and he couldn't help but smile. He felt so totally miserable with the mixed feelings that he'd been feeling. She looked down at her belly half mockingly, "So is that the story? One day I'm your drinking buddy… the next I'm your fuck buddy… so… why not just get me drunk and fuck me and get the best of both worlds?"

"I've had a change of heart." He explained. He knew that she would never believe him, being such a pathetic liar. Mike had seen him take advantage of many women in their days together, this was nothing new, but there was something about him that brought our a girlish sense of wonderment in her.

"Oh yeah I totally believe you." She rolled her eyes, "Last night you had me degrade myself just to get my pussy filled with that…" she looked down at his crotch and up at his eyes, that glimmer was in her eyes. "But I appreciate it because this is just weird. What I'd really like is to try to look at you and not wet my panties." She looked began to rub her balloon like belly, "The things we women go through."

"It's not my fault. That was all foreplay last night. I honestly couldn't get it up!" he protested and felt a little embarrassed when she giggled about it, "What's so funny about that?"

She mocked him, "It's not my fault' I know what you meant though… 'my little wiener is soft all day. I feel so insecure about myself that I have to get Jordan to call herself a slut and watch her finger herself'… poor baby."

"Yeah you were older than me but you never had problems… you try getting it up for someone like Linda!" he said defensively.

She giggled uncontrollably until her belly started to hurt. She had to try to stop or she knew she'd pee herself, and she was finally way ahead of him with cuts. "Oh she's not so bad. Just put a flag over her and fuck her for old glory. I bet her puss could swallow a bus after having all those kids. How many was it… lesse um… one… two… three… and the girl was four." She gave him a slight smile, "I just wonder how many were yours. Cause oh yeah, all those illegitimate kids too. You've always been a reprobate."

"At least I still have my dick. And my wife isn't so bad cause you're gonna be just like her someday."

She laughed, "The multiple orgasms make up for it. I used to miss my dick, but I can deal with it. As soon as I get divorced, you're looking at a free girl. The only thing I could use a dick for is keeping my woman satisfied…"

He relaxed and began to laugh back, "If you only knew how that sounds with a belly like that. Yeah she's really going to fall for you."

"I have a tongue." She said, walking over and hugging him, "And it'll be alright for us all. I'm just ribbing you… like you said about remembering who I am and stuff."

"I got you before you even started." He muttered hauntingly.

They packed everything up in the truck and rode down to the most local town for some water and food. The town was so small that they didn't pay attention to the name of it, but instead went into the diner for a meal. On the way out, Nick went in the back in the cab to take a nap among the supplies and left Jordan and Monty alone up front. As he was driving, Jordan leaned back against the door looking down at her belly as they drove. She looked out the window at a house that they passed.

"I used to work with a guy that lived there." She told him, "We used to lift some heavy shit down at the plant. He's got a really nice wife and kid… a little boy that looks just like him."

"Want to stop?" he asked her.

"Nah… not this time." She turned back and looked in the direction, "It wouldn't be the same, and how would it work if my son went up with two strangers. He wouldn't look at me as… me."

"I can't see why he wouldn't want to see an old friend like you." He laughed at the idea of it.

She turned back around and continued laughing along with him, "Yeah… hey… it's me Mike.. I know I look different but I kinda lost my balls and dick and switched bodies with my best friend's daughter-in-law… and then.." she made a schoolgirl giggle mocking herself and twirling her hair, "then I had sex with a man and got in a family way."

With his hand on her leg he began to tickle her, "Yes, and I'm the poor guy that got screwed up in this situation… but I do love her."

"Aww… that is so sweet." She smiled, "Considering I'll be spending the next few months burping babies and feeding them."

"Will I still get my noogums?" he said in a baby voice, then added, "I'm joking… you know I don't want that anymore."

"It's alright, I'm used to you. Changing diapers and breastfeeding can only get a girl so far. I don't wanna forget what you've done for me… I've had a real interesting time here with you.."

"Interesting." He mocked her.

"Well, I've known a lot of guys." She admitted, "And the more I live as a woman, the more I realize my weaknesses. I think it would do me a lot of good if I did as you said and avoided sex for awhile…"

"I'm so stupid." He laughed, trying to lighten the situation.

"Oh stop it you dork." She laughed, "You've got a monster there between your legs that taught me what being a woman is all about. I get moist at the thought of your thing… but you were right. Our sex life has gotten in the way of so many things. I could have dealt with the situation better… I might not have been pregnant like this and taking others into account."

He pinched her leg, "Don't kill yourself over it… you did all that you could with what you had given to you. You and I are tight."

"Please don't use that word… I'm over sensitive." She said, putting her hand on her belly, "I just… I know I'll love these babies and my maternal instinct will kick in… but I want Febe to be the next person I have sex with. I've been thinking about her today like when we were eating and I can't help but admit that I still love her and desire her."

He smiled, "You two were made for each other. Jordan used to say how strong you were… and I think that she being in your body is doing everything in the world for Febe." He paused for a minute as he turned, "She's not vindictive, even as a man she wouldn't be… but a dick can be a lot of assurance."

"Oh she's vindictive, don't make excuses for her. She always looked at my wife weird… like she was looking at her… and Febe knew it. It might be hard for Febe to sleep with me."

"Febe's not bisexual like you… but it will work out. I'd start out by just cuddling her and letting her know that you're not out for one of those dyke relationships that she has nightmares about." He added, "And I wouldn't say much about the infidelity."

"There is no question that I like my dick… I have my fantasies. Since you poked me, I might just like it as much as pussy." She leaned back.

"And what are these fantasies?"

She laughed and looked out the window, "That's one thing I keep private… or a few of them at least. A lot of them are impulsive things that I think I got from her during the swap… like um… they get me wet just thinking about them. I watched some of Donnie's tapes and saw what they did when he'd bring guys over… and it's just sick…"

"But it makes you horny to think of them?"

"Yeah. And I don't like it. I don't even want to talk about those kind of things cause I'll be damned if I'll ever act like that. I may be a slut at times… impulse… but not with groups. I'm only human." She said with a smile, "You should have seen my gyno exam… checking on the baby and they told me off." She continued when he nodded. "Well they brought in this big black doctor to see me. He had this tight little blonde assistant to look at me… oh… he was so fucking big. I wanted to look down at him and see huge black dick…"

He laughed and picked up his pepsi, taking a long drink of it, "Oh Mike… Jordan… whoever you are. I love you… you crafty little slut. But you're the best I've ever had. I tried for three years to get in her pants! I never knew she liked the black guys as well. Fuu uuuck! I wouldn't mind seeing those tapes."

"I destroyed them…" she said feeling betrayed and confused, "You'll never see them."

"Any black guys on those tapes?"

"No… or… that's none of your business. I don't feel the need to.." she said, pausing as she noticed that he was beginning to get an erection. She bit her lip and realized that unless Febe took her in, she'd be a slave to men. She liked sex with men and the idea of having babies, but did not want to be a slave to cock. She had considered all of the idea of being a slut as part of foreplay.

"The need to what?" he said, pulling into a gas station, "Gotta piss like me?" He reached over and began to tickle her as he pulled in next to a huge SUV right along side of the pump.

She glanced back to the cab in the back of the truck. It was filled with junk and she could barely see where her son was sleeping. "I do have to pee."

"Meet me in the men's room for a quickie?" pinching her leg and leaning forward for a kiss.

She bent forward and gave him a quick kiss, savoring his lips for that moment and looking deep into his eyes, "Not this time baby. You were right and I love you… sometime I hate you. I have to get my head screwed on straight." Then she lowered her head, bit her lip and looked up at him with a wet grin so coined her. "I think I'll even take a nap in the cab too."

He got out of his truck and walked around to help her out of the truck. The door creaked open as he held her hand. A fat woman in a long dress with a little girl looked over at Jordan with a smile. People liked to see pregnant women and it made them both happy. Monty reveled in the fact that he could be here for her at such a time of need. "You know." He said close to her, "That really sucks."

"Oh phooey!" she giggled.

As he went into the store, she went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror playing with her hair. She couldn't believe how sensitive her nipples were becoming, how large her breasts had grown as they filled up with milk. She ran her hands across her belly as another woman came in. It was the woman that had smiled at her a few minutes earlier. The woman walked over to Jordan and smiled at her again as Jordan walked into the stall to pee.

"How far are you along darlin?" the woman said from the other stall.

Jordan unbuckled her pants and pulled down her panties and holding her finger down between her legs. She had done it so often that it had become second nature to her. She held her head down and watched herself, "Oh… I'm around eight months…" she grunted, "along."

"Well God bless your heart." The woman said.

Jordan forgot about the woman and continued peeing. She heard the woman leave the bathroom and then she stood up to look over the stall. She only saw the flushing toilet on the other side and the pink tile. She held her pee inside and took a sigh or relief that she was alone. Perhaps it went back to when she was a man, but she did not like to be in the bathroom with other men and especially women. She used to enjoy looking at other women, or the thought of them peeing. She had gotten used to the tinkling sound that women make when they pee as opposed to men. Now the only thing that appealed to her was being with men, or her wife. She loved her wife and considered her the only other woman that she would go down on. As she sat and peed, she thought about how she'd wake up late at night after dreaming about making love to Febe. In the first few dreams she was a man making love to Febe. In the more recent dreams, they were both women, and Jordan fanaticized about Febe's mouth nibbling at her clit.

"Hello?" she said, thinking that she heard footsteps, then giving up when she heard no answer. Then she continued to pee, finished up and took a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself. She took extra special care to wipe her private area to keep it clean. Having had a yeast infection had made her extra careful to keep that area of her body clean. The delicate folds of skin were nothing like that which a man would have. She brought her fingers up to her nose and sighed at the smell. It just wasn't as much fun as when she'd first spread her legs and touched herself down there.

About this same time back at the Lewinsky house, Febe was cleaning up the house and waiting for a call from her husband. She had no clue that a few miles away he was keeping himself busy with another woman. He was at the home of Bessie Ward getting her to take care of his loving needs. And she was always willing to deliver him. The Ward family were big in the furniture business, selling chairs and tables, and Mr. Ward was always too busy for his wife. So Mike found his way to her doorstep rubbing a small feminine metal ring on his finger and looking at Bessie with a hungry smile.

"Poopsy." She said going over to him and kissing him, rubbing up against his collar and beginning to remove his shirt. "I am so glad ya finally gave into me and left that stinky poo wife of yas at home. I don't know what about her could turn ya on."

He took out his cellphone and sat it on the table with a smile, "Bessie… Bessie… I'm a whole new man. Lets just say the past few months have given me a whole new outlook on life."

She giggled as he pushed her back against the couch and began to crawl on top of her. He let her remove his shirt and lick his hairy chest. Since becoming a man, Mike had been totally amazed at how much women would fall for his washboard stomach when they removed his shirt.

She looked up at him with her short red hair and poodle face and continued to giggle, it seemed like the only thing that she knew how to do. "I would go up to ya and offer, but ya would never take. Then ya came to me that one day and said yas was interested in a little…"

He stopped her by leaning forward and kissing her with passion unlike anything that Bessie had ever seen in a man before. She was so thankful to finally get Mike, and to get him with such great skills of knowing what a woman likes was an added benefit. "I got sick of being married to a middle-aged woman and woke the fuck up is what I did."

"So ya sorta still sleeping with her too babsy?" she kissed his forehead, "My hubby hasn't had it with me in over two weeks. He's so busy working."

"I fucked her last week sometime and she wasn't finished so I went to bed like you told me to. I just wanted to fuck with her… squeezed her tits a little to get her turned on. She wanted it and I said she was too fat for me to fuck her and told her I'd buy her a dog."

"Ohh Poopsy that's mean!" she giggled.

He removed her bra and began to bury his face in her cleavage. "She doesn't have half of what you have. But I gave in and fucked her until she was happy. I'm pretty sure she has a vibrator. She doesn't suspect a thing between us and I am loving every minute of it."

"Poopsy, ya think she's seeing anyone else?"

"Nah. I did all this just to get with her for awhile. I thought she'd be good, but she wouldn't even suck my dick! Wouldn't suck her husband's dick." He began to laugh, "She's got this loyalty thing that she wants to keep her wedding vows. Stupid rock-headed bitch couldn't get another man if she tried. She is so bad in bed."

He looked over at his wallet and so did she, their eyes met and they both smiled. "Well Poopsy I think ya and me should go to a motel some night and leave the farts at home. Ya got the money to do it, and I think we should do it. I mean we should do it in some town and go away so's we can be like husband and wife ya think?"

"Someday, just not now. Please not now." He complained at her, momentarily destroying the mood.

She put her hand on his face, that unshaven face, and moved forward to kiss him, "Ya such a man. I wanna eat ya up baby. I'm not afraid to suck ya off."

He rolled his eyes as she began to lick and suck on his lip. He began to wonder if it was really worth giving up a vagina to gain a cock. He didn't seem to hear much as far as complaints from Jordan over the past few months. She was probably somewhere with her children holding them in her arms. He wondered how she dealt with the wild sex games that they had shared as a couple. His mind was far away from what was being said. "Bessie, you can eat all you want. It's been a week since I've had a good suck. No fucking because I forgot the condoms. I just can't take it with this woman."