All About That Big Baby Bump

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Him (v/o): My wife is going to be a kickass mom. She’s always been so warm and nurturing. And she wanted kids so badly. Even before we got married she would talk about having babies and her eyes would just light up. But it wasn’t just the mom part she wanted…she was really into the idea of being pregnant as well. She wanted to see her body change and grow. She wanted to have that big, round belly and feel our baby moving around inside her. When we found out she was pregnant, she was overcome with joy and excitement for weeks.

Now, she’s three weeks away from her due date. Her feelings haven’t changed a bit. She tells me the experience of being pregnant has been better than anything she could have possibly imagined. She feels so beautiful and sexy…and she absolutely looks it too. There’s a confidence she has in her body now, even though her belly is enormous and she’s slowing down a little bit, but I can sense it…and I love it too. She’s so soft and sensual now; never mind her belly, but her face and her arms and legs just seem a little…I don’t know…fuller? I can’t adequately describe it. But just look at her. Her blonde hair flowing down to her generous breasts…that huge, firm belly…I mean, I can’t keep my hands off her. How could anyone blame me?

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(She slowly walks down the stairs. He waits for her at the bottom. When she gets to the bottom step, she stops and spins around)

Her: What do you think?

Him: You look incredible.

Her: Thank you 😘

Him: That dress really brings out all your curves.

Her: Haha, well the curves are certainly everywhere!

Him: I know. After dinner maybe I can take that dress off you and play with your curves.

Her: Mmm…I like that.

Him: Especially that big, round curve in the middle.

Her (giggles, rubbing her belly): You can play with all my curves, all you want.

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Her (v/o): “Wear something Head-turning,” he tells me. “Make sure to let everyone know I have the sexiest wife in the room.” I bet this’ll do it for them. But I’ve got nothing to prove. His co-workers are slobs. Even with this huge belly, I’ve got them all beat. I can see that boner forming in my husband’s pants already. If it’s sexy he wants, oh, that’s what he’ll get. And when we get home, he’s going to give me what I want…

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Him (v/o): We took the train out to the North Fork for a quick babymoon one week. I figured it was the last chance Hallie and I would have to be alone together before she gave birth. It was a wonderful idea. We got to do a little shopping in those cute little boutiques in town, take a day boat out on the sound, and we went to the beach and she got to run around in a much-too-tight bikini. I think that was my favorite part…I’ve really come to love the way her body has changed during her pregnancy. It’s funny, really—it’s as though everything on her stayed the same, but her belly blew up—all that baby weight just collected right in her stomach. Don’t think I didn’t take every opportunity to enjoy her roundness.

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Her Friend (v/o): GAWD, I’m so envious of Heather. She’s having twins and her belly is astoundingly large. People look at her so adoringly…I want my own baby now. She’s given me such bad baby fever. She let me feel her belly the other day, OMG…it was rock hard and one of her babies was absolutely having a party in there. I asked her what it was like but she couldn’t really explain it to me. Sort of like a poke at first and now that they’re bigger and running out of space inside her it feels like they’re going to pop out of her. Ugh. I want to look like her so badly! Someday that’ll be me. I’d let everyone touch my belly even if they didn’t ask!

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Him (v/o): She came in the restaurant kind of late in the day. I say she came in, more like she waddled in, sat at a table by herself and ordered a glass of iced tea. Then another. Then another. And another. And she sat there texting on her phone and intermittently rubbing her enormous belly. From behind the bar, I could absolutely not keep my eyes off of her. Her belly jutted out like a table in front of her and she was so thirsty, I kept expecting her to balance the glass on her belly. But she didn’t. She sighed and leaned her head back at one point. She started rubbing her belly. My heart was just pounding watching her. Then she pulled her shirt up! She pulled it up and her massive mound of a belly was out in the open. She made a face and scratched it a few seconds before pulling her shirt back down. She looked up and saw me watching her. She smiled and mouthed “sorry,” at me. I held up my hands as if to say “not to worry.”

Then she hefted herself out of her seat and waddled up to me at the bar. I could have fainted.

“Hi,” she said, “I couldn’t help but notice you watching me. I know you’re looking at my belly…everyone does. Would you like to feel it?”

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Her (on Instagram): Belly of the day! 31 weeks now. Baby’s doing wonderfully and he’s so active inside me. I love feeling him move around and now he’s starting to get big enough where I can see him moving from the outside…CRAAAAAAZY! If I can catch him, I’ll post a video for you guys.

Sam seems to be able to get him moving. He likes to rest his head on my belly and talk to him…then he starts rolling and kicking. It’s so sweet!

For those of you wondering, yes, Sam and I can still find ways to be intimate. Just have to be a little creative is all.

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Her (v/o): Whew. Finally, something that fits over this belly. I was beginning to lose all hope. All this effort just to go out to the supermarket.

Sigh.

Now let’s see if I can bend down and pull these shorts on. Where’s my husband when I need him? Of course, he’d just prefer I stayed naked…

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Her (v/o): Mmph. Yeah, I can still rock this bikini. Even in my 9th month with this twin baby belly. 

(She poses and swivels her hips)

I bet eeeeveryone at the pool will be staring at me. I can’t wait. 

(Pause. She admires herself some more)

Then, maybe I’ll let hubby have a little fun with this big belly when we get home…

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Him: Hey you—hold on a minute.

Her: What’s up?

Him: Nothing—I just want to look at you.

Her: Hehe…you like what you see?

(She puts her arms around her belly and gives it a little shake)

Her: You like me huge and round with our baby?

Him: You know I do.

Her: Wanna come here and touch me? I want you to put your hands all over me.

Him: Oh yes.

Her: Well c’mere, then.

(She laughs. He walks over to her and starts to rub her belly. They begin making out)

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Her (excitedly bouncing out of the house): C’mon, hook up that boat and let’s go!

Him: Ok, ok, give me a chance!

Her: Sorry. You know I’ve been looking forward to getting back out on the lake.

Him: I know.

(Pause. He looks her over)

Her: You like this?

Him: Oh yeah.

Her: Even with this big baby belly?

Him: I love the belly, you know that.

Both: Maybe…(they stop and giggle)

Her: No, go ahead.

Him: Maybe we can have a little boat belly sexy time.

Her: I was thinking the same thing. 😍

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(They are in the exam room. She stands in front of the mirror taking selfies)

Him: You know, I can take pictures of you too.

Her: It’s not official unless it’s a mirror selfie.

Him: OK. Have it your way.

(She takes more photos. She’s rubbing her belly and running her hand down her shirt. She pauses and smiles)

Him: Moving around?

Her: Yeah, a little bit.

(He gets up and stands behind her. He puts his hand on her belly and they rub her together. He puts his head on her shoulder and looks at them in the mirror)

Him: Wild.

Her: Right? I love that feeling so much.

Him: Me too. Ten more weeks.

(She smiles and sighs. He looks down her shirt)

Him: Babe?

Her: Yeah?

Him: Your tits are gigantic.

Her: They were huge before I got pregnant. But I think this belly’s going to get bigger.

Him: You’re going to look so sexy…

(She giggles and presses her ass against him…)

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Him (v/o): My wife knew all about my kink when she got pregnant. So she took an inordinate amount of delight in taunting me as her belly grew larger. She’d send me selfies in tight clothing and lingerie while I was at work and flash me her bump while we were out and about just to embarrass me. But she took the cake when she invited her best friend to stay with us one weekend. Her friend was also pregnant, about a month further along than she was, and a bit larger in the belly. They didn’t do much except sit on the sofa and play with each other’s bellies. Particularly while I was watching. We went out to dinner one night and they both stuffed themselves hard on Mexican food, after which they both leaned back, pulled up their shirts and asked if their bellies had grown at all. Busted.

After her friend went home, I told her she was in trouble. She told me she loved trouble, ripped off her clothes and ran into the bedroom. I heard her calling for me to come “give your big pregnant wife a spanking!”

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Her (on Instagram): #39weekspregnant in all my big-bellied glory! This is about all I can muster clothing-wise so, you know, get a load of that bump while you still can. . I’m still feeling pretty good all things considered. That means I’m huge and slow and sore an awful lot, but truth be told, I feel so powerful and sexy and I really don’t care who knows it. I’m gorgeous—my husband tells me that every day—and my big bump is a badge of womanhood. I’ll have my little boy in my arms soon but I want to remember carrying him inside me as much as possible.

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Him (v/o): I knew when I started dating Emma that she had a body absolutely made to bear children. She was short, but very curvy, disproportionately large breasts and big, wide hips. I told her a few months into our relationship my thoughts on the matter and she told me she was really into it—she wanted to be knocked up and be a mom more than anything else. When we would have sex, she’d talk about how she wanted to be pregnant and it would just send me through the ceiling.

We started trying to have a baby about a year after we got married and shortly thereafter we found out Emma was pregnant. It was a joyous time and we couldn’t wait to see how pregnancy would change her little round figure.

Well, at about five months, she started to balloon outward. Being as short as she was, our baby had no way to grow inside her but straight out, and her belly exploded pretty quick. But that wasn’t the only thing that expanded—her boobs blew up like oversized grapefruits. They were soft and squishy, and when I squeezed them, they would drip ever so slightly.

She loved, and I mean LOVED her new figure. She looked impossibly large and round, and I found her irresistible. She loved posing for photos for me, often sticking out her belly even further than it already did on its own. When we were home, she would wear less and less; by time she hit her 8th month, she rarely wore clothing at all. She knew I wouldn’t complain.

At 9 months, she described herself as nothing but belly. It seemed like the belly had overtaken the rest of her body. Still, she felt so sexy all the time. She would practically beg me to touch her all over, not that I’d ever resist. This time was a bit tinged with sadness knowing that her pregnancy was going to end soon. But we knew she’d get knocked up again before too long.

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Him (v/o): We’d just graduated High School when I knocked up Sophia. We weren’t planning it, but at the same time it seemed like everything we wanted for our simple little lives. She got bigger over time and we realized how much we both enjoyed her body growing and changing like that. She was sexy with that big, round belly. 

We promised each other that we would go on to have a large family, with her constantly being pregnant. We’d be living our best lives that way. 

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There’s something in the water in NYC, I think. I must have passed no less than 10 pregnant women today, either on the subway, on the street, in Starbucks or wherever.

On my way home, I was sitting on the subway across from a woman, probably about 8 months pregnant, chowing down on a granola bar. Button cute and wearing glasses—talk about a double whammy. She kept rubbing her bely absentmindedly. I couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances at her, trying to be inconspicuous.

Now I’m all turned on. Good thing I carry a messenger bag.