Slowly Becca lowered herself to her knees before her husband. After just a few moments her back and legs began to burn with the exertion of holding her vastly heavier, 8-month pregnant form in that position, but she was far too frenzied with lust to let that stop her. She wrapped an arm around each his legs and pulled herself forward, her mouth open wide to pull him in as deeply as possible. In this position more than any other she could feel her new size. The bottom of her swollen, tight dome of her belly just so slightly grazed the carpet beneath her (would it fully reach by the end of next month? She wondered), but the vast majority of it hung heavily in the space between them. Two fat, engorged breasts wobbled heavily against her bump with each movement of her head, and in the past few days Becca had noticed the sensation of milk sloshing inside them. Despite the strain, despite her increased fatigue, she was ravenous for him.
Before this pregnancy she’d been neutral towards blowjobs. They were a thing that men liked, and since her husband was always willing to eat her out, she felt that the least that she could do was be willing to return the favor when asked. However, since she’d had that positive pregnancy test 6 months ago she’d become obsessed with cock. Some of it was understandably the maternal hormones now flowing through her growing body, and in some way Becca was glad that she’d been blessed with being a horny preggo instead of one who was constantly fatigued or sick. But this was more than just needing a hard dick to pound away the twice-daily horny storms. Now she wanted to touch, caress, suck, but more than that, worship it. Why?
Becca had at last figured out that semi-rational reason at the beginning of her third trimester. She loved her husband with all of her heart, which is of course was why she’d married him and agreed to start a family with him. That hadn’t changed, but what had was her awareness of how much power he had over her. In so many ways they were equals and partners (her salary was even higher!), but in terms of basic human biology, he had made his dominance so inescapably clear. It had taken just one microscopic drop of cum from that cock to do this to her, to completely transform her with 60 extra pounds of belly and tits and ass, and in an equally primal way Becca was deeply aroused by the way her body had submitted to the will of his. Before this she’d loved him for his intelligence and his compassion; of course she she still loved him for those things but now there was a new piece that she now recognized and adored: the power he held over her and the dominance over her that he was was capable of.
His thighs clenched and Becca couldn’t help but smile involuntarily as she knew she’d achieved her goal. A split second later he pulled out and she was faced with the glorious uncertainty over where the latest spurt of that incredible seed would land. Warm, hot stickiness soon landed in the much-larger valley of cleavage she now proudly carried (that he’d helped give her) and soon began to trickle down both sides of her swollen bump. With one hand still holding him for stability Becca used the other to slowly rub that cum into the skin on her bump, determined not to waste it. All the while her eyes never left his, and then Becca felt her dark brown nipples throb as she felt his own hand begin to rub on the opposite side of her bump.
Was it wrong that this baby wasn’t even out of her and Becca was already fantasizing about her husband taking over her body again? In moments like this, she had to hope that he had more self control than she did, because she’d gladly let him knock her up with a baseball team if that’s what he wanted.
