I stare at my myself in the mirror
Another day of staring at my reflection just to see how much my body has changed over the last few months. As I notice changes of pregnancy I also have flashbacks to the night that got me this way.
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed staring at the mirror across from me. Legs spread, belly sinking between my thighs.
Thinking about how you approached me that night while I was out with my friends
My shirt has rolled up again. I stare at how high it’s ridden up. And huff out of self consciousness that shirts can never stay down anymore. It’s hard to go out in public and now be constantly self conscious. It feels so aggressive to have your bare belly exposed.
Remembering dancing with you on the dance floor. Our bodies close, practically humping with our on in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
It’s impossible for any of my shirts to stay down when I sit, whenever I sit down my clothes start to slide up right away. My belly button has gone from an innie to an outie and I’m squeezing into my bras these days.
Thinking about how you ran your hands up and down my body as you were grinding into me.
My stomach protrudes forwards more when I sit more than when I am standing. Forcing me to sit with my legs open to make room for my belly. Would you even want to run your hands up and down my body now that it’s so much bigger? Would you have the same lustful desire for me even when I can’t fit in any clothes? Or when I am eating more than usual, or I am struggling to do physical tasks more and more by the day?
Wondering if you ever think about me as I watch my stomach stretch when the baby you put inside me starts kicking
I feel like I’m always groaning or having to take Deep breaths the heavier I get during this pregnancy. Even though kicks happen all the time, it’s hard not left out a sudden gasp or moan when you suddenly feel movement inside you pressing against something it shouldn’t be. What would you think of me now if you weren’t into me? Struggling to stand up whenever I’m sitting. Awkward. Heavy. Slow. Waddling. Struggling. Panting. Breathing heavy.
Remembering how you were panting in my ear as you were fucking me as hard as you could
And now I am constantly out of breath. Waddling. Unable to take full breaths the bigger I get. Tired more easily. Trying to not seem like I am out of breath so easily because it’s embarrassing. I appreciate moments alone when I can take big deep breaths alone in peace.
Remembering how your kisses trail from my mouth to down below
And now I have so much more to kiss. And if you kissed my from top to bottom I wouldn’t be able to see your head behind my tall belly as you went down on me.
Wondering if you’d lust after me seeing me in this condition
Would you want me? Would you know how to fuck me? Would I be desirable even in this state? Would your curiosity over my new body take over you senses and drive you wild? Would you regret what you had done to me? Would you want to get me pregnant again?
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