The Wedding Prank

There are times in a man’s life when he has to stop, look at where he is and what he is doing and

ask himself, ‘How did I get here? What actions did I take that led me to this place?’ Sometimes

it's when he first loses his job or when he enters his own home after finally managing to actually
buy a house for the first time. It can be when he’s just been delivered bad news or when all his

dreams finally come true…

 

 

 

 

And sometimes it's when he feels his best friends dick squirt the first spray of pre onto his tongue,

knowing that he’ll soon have to gulp down an enter mouthful of cum before he’ll be able to tell said

friend that he had just confirmed by a home pregnancy test why he’s been feeling so sick in the

mornings the last few days!

 

Looking back, it had all started innocently enough with a couple of harmless pranks. I had put a few

buckets of water over top of doorways, Roger had drawn some doodles on my face while I was

passed down during our college frat days. Naturally I had escalated, slowly at first, to slightly more

intense gags like putting spoiled milk in his fridge and he had responded in kind by slipping porn onto

my bedside table right before I brought dates home. By the time it had reached the point of us

sabatoshing each others relationships and trying to get one another fired, we really should have

stopped, but by that point a years long prank war could not simply be ended without someone

having to admit defeat and that could only happen after a TRULY master stroke had been made.

 

Luckily for me, I had a brilliant idea which I was sure would definitely crown me the prankster king

and all it required was the help of my estranged twin sister...

 

 

Lucy and I had never really seen eye to eye and around the time I met Roger we had fallen out of

touch in a pretty serious way. That meant that Roger had never really had a chance to meet her,

but also made convincing her to help me with my plan more than a little tricky, not helped by the

fact that she found both me and Roger to be ‘childish’ and in her own words 'misogynistic pigs’.

 

Honestly, the fact that she agreed to meet me was a minor miracle all on its own, I guess she

thought enough time had passed that I’d have grown out of my old ways. Naturally when I told

her WHY I wanted to meet, that changed pretty quickly and it took everything I had just to get her

to hear me out before she stormed out the door. Eventually though I got her to at least let me

explain the plan and when I had finished, she seemed remarkably calm, though I could tell by the

tone of her voice that she wasn’t at all happy.

 

“Let me get his straight…” She had said, looking me squarely in the eyes. “You want me to marry

your friend Roger… As a joke?”

 

“No no!” I replied, “I’d never ask you to do that! Hell, I don’t think he’d go for someone like you

anyway even if you did. Your, no offense, but a bit uptight. He’s more into fun girls, the sort who

are freaks in the sheets and domestic goddesses around the house.” I saw her expression darken

and quickly made to calm her, “Not that there's anything wrong with being all liberated and shit! Hey,

I’m basically a male feminist you know? Women can do whatever they want in my books, but

Roger’s sort of a good old boy.”

 

She took out her phone and began texting while I explained this and when I had finished she had

asked without looking up, “So then what are you asking?”

 

I sighed, reflecting on the fact that for all her supposed brains, she really was slow on the uptake. I

was pretty sure I had explained things perfectly clearly the first time, but if I had to elaborate in more

detail, then so be it. It would all be worth it if I could pull this off after all. “Alright, so Rodger has been

talking about how he wants to get hitched for awhile now, but he’s been having trouble finding a girl

who fits all his requirements for Mrs. Right. Obviously landing a super hot babe who’s hyper sexual,

totally submissive, devoted wholly to her man, wants to have kids as soon as possible all while being

perfectly happy to raise them basically all on her own while he has fun… That’s pretty hard.”

 

“I’m shocked.” Lucy snorted. “He seems like such a charmer, the fact he’s not waist deep in infantile

fantasy versions of women is beyond me.”

 

“Well I have been messing with him pretty hard.” I had admitted with a self satisfied smile. “But that’s

why he’ll fall head over heels for you! Well not you you, but you playing up being his, what was it you

said? Infantile fantasy version of a woman? Basically if you're pretending to be that then he’ll rush to

put a ring on you as soon as he possibly can which will be PERFECT!”

 

“Because it will be a joke?” She said, glancing up from her phone to give me a withering look. “I’ll just

yell ‘Sike!’ And that will somehow end your pathetic little dick measuring contest and get you to grow

the fuck up and stop acting like an over grown teenager?”

 

I groaned. “No, that's missing the best part! See right before the wedding night you’ll get him

plastered and then switch places with me. Then when I go into the honeymoon sweet, I’ll reveal his

‘bride’ is actually a GUY! It will utterly destroy him and I’ll win the prank war for sure!” 

 

“Ah oh course,” Lucy began to text even faster. “It's a homophobic AND transphobic prank in

addition to being sexist and personally degrading.”

 

My face fell. “So you're not going to do it?”

 

Her phone buzzed as a message was returned and she cracked a smile. “Oh no, I’m in!”

 

I should have realized something had gone horribly wrong at that point, but I was too busy feeling

pleased with myself for how well everything had turned out to worry about how quickly her tone

had changed. Soon enough Lucy was introducing herself to Roger as our cousin, I guessed at

the time to avoid having to give him her real name and personal information in case he came after

her after the prank. She played her part damn near perfectly, only struggling slightly when it came

to convincing Roger that her religious convictions meant she wouldn’t do anything sexual with him

before the wedding night. That wasn’t part of my plan, but it would work out well enough as the

hornier and more pent up he got by that point, the easier it would be for me to make the swap with

Lucy without him noticing.

 

What I didn’t know at the time was that Lucy and a friend of hers, the same one she had been

texting at our meeting, had been working on another element of the plot that was also being kept

secret from me. The first I heard of that was when she revealed a set of ‘family heirloom wedding

rings’ a week prior to the big day and insisted that they use them for the ceremony.

 

I was a bit angry about the seemingly random addition to the plan, but after the ceremony she

brought a third copy of the ring along with my disguise and a set of instructions as to where they

would be staying for the honeymoon and when I should be ready to take her place. 

 

 

Soon I stood in the doorway of the hotel room, decked out in an exact copy of my twin sister's

wedding finery, made up to look as close to her as possible and wearing on my finger a small

golden band which she had insisted was integral to the deception.

 

“My friend made all three of them specially for this night.” Lucy had explained moments before.

“It will keep him from realizing anything is off until the moment of truth!”

 

“And he’s not going to notice anything is off?” I asked, feeling my arms and legs nervously. I was

surprised by how well I passed for her, while changing I had felt pretty ridiculous, but after putting

on the ring, everything really seemed to just click. Now I would almost believe I WAS my sister if I

didn’t know any better! Of course the fake breasts and dick tucked away under the dress would be

dead giveaways, but the prank would lose a lot of impact if I didn’t have something dramatic to reveal.

 

“Don’t worry, it's all going to be perfect.” My sister smiled and reached up to surreptitiously rub

at her own ring. “Just go in there and reap what you sowed.”

 

-

 

Days before Lucy had been told the same thing, nearly word for word by her witch friend as she

had been given the set of three rings, but what that crafty woman had told her and she had hidden

from me was what would be coming next.

 

-

 

When I entered the room and found Roger sitting waiting for me half naked, half drunk and fully

erect I could not help, but smile as everything seemed to fall into place. “Are you ready for a night

you’ll never forget, lover boy?”

 

“Come on now babe.” Roger grinned back. “From now on, why don’t you just call me Hubby?”

 

“Whatever you say, Hubby!” I cooed, the words leaving my mouth before I could even think about

it. That shocked me, but I quickly recovered, I was just nervous because I was about to pull off the

master stroke I had been preparing for months to unleash. That was all.

 

“How about you slip out of that dress as well?” Roger suggested, reaching down and unfastening

his trousers to reveal his massive cock. “Nice and slow like.”

 

I had been planning on revealing my true identity quickly and dramatically, but something about

the sight of his throbbing manhood made my knees tremble and my mind go fuzzy so that all I

could think to say in response was, “Of course hubby!”

 

None of this was going according to plan, at least not my plan, though someone else had certainly

been anticipating this outcome…

 

-

 

Days ago Lucy’s friend had shown off the ring which now sat snugly on my finger in one hand

while in the other she held its twin, now at home on Rogers. “This little beauty will pick up on the

desires of whoever is wearing its opposite and compel whoever is wearing it to follow not only the

letter, but also the spirit of the commands, continuous and unconscious of that one's wearer.”

 

-

 

Back in the honeymoon sweet I stood shivering in my lacy white underwear, deeply concerned that

through the sheer and revealing fabric, my cloth bra stuffers were looking A LOT like firm and perky

tits and that between my legs, the place where an obvious bulge should be was looking

conspicuously flat. Yet despite this, I tried to remain calm. It had to be a trick of the mind, nerves

getting the best of me and making me panic in the moment just before the truth would be revealed…

It just HAD to be!

 

“Alright babe, enough teasing.” Roger rubbed his enormous dick and beckoned with one finger.

“I’ve been waiting long enough, let's see them titties!” 

 

I tried to shout ‘SURPRISE’ as I pulled down my bra, but the words would not come out. Not that

Roger would be all that surprised to see a pair of massive jugs bouncing free from their restraints,

their weight and sensitivity sending twin thunderbolts of horror and strange pleasure to my already

swirling mind! Beneath my panties, an empty space which had never been there before suddenly

grew hot and I quivered as a warm, dampness spread between my thighs.

 

-

 

Days before Lucy’s friend had laughed when she had asked how safe it would be for her to wear the

third ring. “For you? Perfectly! The only thing that ring does is keep the first from activating till you let

it. Once that happens they will begin to change to match the ideal vision the groom ring wearer has

for his ‘bride’. After that, all that matters is what the groom wants and the only person who’ll need to

be concerned about that will be your new ‘sister’.”

 

-

 

In the bedroom I wriggled out of my panties and heels, panic welling up inside of me as I got a good

look at myself for the first time. I was in many ways like my sister now, but not a perfect match. For

one thing, my sis had never been this stacked and unless I had seriously misjudged her, she hadn’t

ever been bombarded with a level of hypersensitivity and overwhelming need that left her practically

panting at the very thought of getting my best friends meat inside of her anyway she could! It was as

if I had become a fun house mirror version of my twin, a porn star actress playing her role in the

movie of our fake version of her life, an… Infantile fantasy version of a woman…

 

Oh shit…

 

-

 

“Are you sure about this?” My sister's witch friend had asked when Lucy reached for the rings.

“This can be undone, but the window for that can be pretty small before something permanently

locks the changes.” She gave her a serious look. “If that thing about him wanting kids as soon as

possible is true for example, then it could be a week or less tops.” 

 

“I’m sure.” Lucy had stated, taking the remaining rings. “I’ll consider giving him his dick back in the

morning if he learns his lesson, but if something goes wrong, then he’ll be out of my hair forever and

should keep his repulsive pal away from other women. But come on, what are the chances of him

getting knocked up in one night?”

 

-

 

“Come here babe, I’ve been keeping a big old batch of baby batter just waiting for you!” Roger

laughed as I watched helplessly as my body moved seemingly on its own, wiggling my now plump

ass invitingly with every swaying step. I tried to think of something, anything that could save me from

the nightmare I had found myself trapped within, but nothing came to mind. I could not stop myself

from obeying Roger’s orders and my body seemed to reflexively act to learn as far into his fantasies

as it was possible to go! At that point, all I could do was try and at least mitigate the damage.

 

“Hubby?” I asked, internally flinching at how sultry and sweet my voice had become. “Can I go down

on you tonight? I want to taste that yummy cummy you’ve been saving up for me!” Even my words

were twisting in my mind, but maybe, just maybe that would be enough to help sway him away from

what he had clearly planned?

 

“Plenty of time for that later,” Roger smiled as my body turned and began to lower itself onto him.

“But I have always wanted a wife who’s barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen and I’m not going to

wait any longer then I need too!” 

 

And just like that, though the thought of swelling up with his baby was just about the worst thing I

could imagine, I also knew it was the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world! I hated

it, I loathed the very concept, but I could also FEEL my ovaries cranking into overdrive as they

prepared to take in his seed! As much as I hated the idea, I also loved it and relished the certainty

that before long I would be pregnant, just as certainly as the fact that I would NEVER leave this man,

my best friend, my bitter prank rival, my master and the devil who had both taken and given me

everything! 

 

When his seed flooded me and I came for the first time as a woman, I knew I would never be going

back to my old life. I didn’t need the phone call from my sister, surprised I had not changed back, but

not that it meant she’d soon be an aunt. I didn’t need the pregnancy test, a formality, something to let

Roger see he’d succeeded in his desire, blissfully unaware of how nothing he wanted from me would

ever be denied by either willfulness or fate.

 

Hell I didn’t even need to taste his cum when it came pouring at last down my throat to know this

will be my life from now on!

 

No there are just sometimes A man has to stop and look back on his life and all the events which

had led up to the moment he is now in and acknowledge that he is well and truly fucked.

 

And then there are times when she has to just suck up her pride, admit when she’s been beaten

and swallow.