Kendall was futa. Developing at puberty, her dick had gotten her kicked out of her all-girls school, had resulted in her evangelical parents disowning her, had ruined every single job she'd ever had once they'd find out. She'd been living on the streets, scrounging food from dumpsters and sleeping in the woods like some kind of feral creature when Coral took her in.
Now she was shopping with Coral for a wedding dress. The last year had been so amazing. They were engaged. Coral said she had a nice dress for the ceremony, but she'd insisted that Kendall wear a gown. Kendall usually looked to Coral for guidance. Coral was older, wiser, and anyway they were in love. Kendall had never had that in her life.
It was beyond beautiful. Lotus white, silky and lacy, showing off her big tits, but not in a tacky way. Coral had loved it from the second they saw it. She looked at the diamond on her hand. She felt a little emotional.
They'd made love once they got home. They did that a lot. Coral was simply in love with what Kendall had always regarded as her futa monstrosity. Riding it every chance she got. Coral had taken her virginity, both ways, a thought that always made Kendall a little extra happy when she'd fill Coral's pussy with a huge load of cum. It just never lost its shine.
Kendall looked stunningly beautiful. A far cry from the filthy homeless girl, Coral had taken in more than a year ago. The ceremony was brief. Vows exchanged in front of a JP, license signed, rings exchanged, and they were married. They kissed, Coral glad that they'd chosen a gown that billowed at the waist as she could feel Kendall's cock start to harden as they kissed. Thankfully she managed to keep it under control and nobody noticed.
Somehow, being married made them even hotter for each other. Just seeing the rings on Coral's finger as they lay in bed would get Kendall going, and she'd soon be between her legs, tasting her sexy sweet pussy, before moving up for the main course. Sliding her girl cock into her wife's hole. Her wife. It was like a miracle, having this relationship.
Coral had been out running a few chores. When she'd gotten home she seemed unusually quiet.
"Kendall? Can I tell you something." She began.
"Sure, Honey. What's on your mind." Kendall replied.
"You know how we always take a break when I get my period?" Coral said.
"Yeah?" Kendall responded.
"Well we haven't taken a break in a couple of months." Coral said suggestively.
"Are you saying you've missed?" Kendall asked.
"Twice." Coral said.
"But you're on the pill." Kendall gasped.
"Kendall, I wanted to be sure. I'd taken some of your cum to the clinic. They tested it. Sperm count is off the charts, motility in the top percentile, even after the delay of the transport. Pill or not, you could probably get a bowling ball pregnant." Coral said.
"Did you...get tested too?" Kendall was blown away.
"Not yet. I wanted to do this together with you. After all, if I am, it's because of what we've done together. Okay?" Coral said, gently leaning in for a kiss.
"I'm nervous." Kendall said. "What if this changes..."
"Shhhhhh... you're my wife. Either ways this turns out." Coral smiled and kissed her again.
A while later Coral came out of the bathroom, the stick in her hand. Going over to the kitchen table she set it down, taking a seat. Kendall stood at her shoulder. It seemed like an eternity before the plus sign appeared.
"We're going to be moms!" she heard Kendall gasp.
