It’s this very position that likely got you pregnant: him lying flat on his back and you sitting upright on his thick cock. It’s hard to imagine it had been only some months ago when the change is so staggering.
It took a formidable amount of effort for you to heave your burdensome self over his body, but you descend easily over his cock, already loose and wet enough to forgo resistance. Your gravid belly follows, plopping on top of his body.
It lands with an audible flop sound, and you swore you also heard him let out an involuntary gasp. Meanwhile, you moan with the relief of the weight off your straining back and the pleasure of your sleeve being stretched apart.
“You good?” you asked with a knowing smile. If anyone knew how heavy this enormous mass was, it was you who had to lug it around everywhere.
“Yup,” he choked out too promptly to believe. “Are you still okay with this?”
“Mmm… it feels good to rest this monstrosity down for once.” You pat the side of your taut and stuffed belly. Now that your strained abdominal muscles can relax, your belly spills over the expanse of his abdomen all the way past his chest. The babies inside your womb tussle with the disruption to their living space, throwing limbs out in every direction.
If it were up to him, you wouldn’t be doing this at all. He’s been afraid to touch you further than second base ever since you hit your second trimester, making excuses that you could see right through. This was one of the few positions you can still have sex in yet still it’s not without its difficulties.
You brace your heavy body with your arms and grind your hips slow and grueling. Gradually, you start leaning forward, pushing against the shelf of your belly to chase the perfect pleasure spot. With all the effort you’re exerting, it’s no wonder you’re panting and sweating buckets. Incredulously, when you glance down upon your idly laying partner, he too was completely red in the face, jaw slack open to capture shallow breaths.
“Am I too heavy on you?” you ask.
“Certainly not darling. You— you’re beautiful,” he sputters out.
“That’s not what I asked,” you reply, pushing down on him harder.
“You're— still ve— very light.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Hm… Why does it seem like you’re struggling to breathe?” There's an underlying sense of gratification, knowing that his growing babies has been crushing your organs into a corner, lungs barely able to expand with oxygen— and he's finally getting a taste of what you experience everyday.
“I— I’m not!” he grunts between his teeth.
You lean forward as far as you can, putting all of your gravid weight against his chest. You peak past the curve of your stomach and watch your partner squirm with panic.
Laughter manages to escape between your own strained breaths. As his skin begins to morph from red to pale white, you feel a certain type of power you’ve never possessed before. You can’t believe within a couple of months, your body on its own has grown heavy enough to be able to cause asphyxiation.
When you finally get off him, it takes a good while for him to catch up on oxygen. “If you wanted me to call you fat, you should’ve said so,” he grumbles afterwards.
The Seaside Storks’ journey from obscurity to champions is the story that will be remembered in college football history. Their meteoric rise in the ranks is not the only notable story coming from Seaside. The accompanying cheerleaders that provided unwavering support to the team also brought in quite a bit of buzz themselves.
It’s hard to miss the Seaside Storks’ cheerleading team, not because of their matching bright cobalt blue uniforms, but by their bare rounded stomachs, in various stages of pregnancy. Yes you heard right, all of the squad was visibly impregnated by the final game. It caught some first time viewers by surprise, but you wouldn’t have blinked an eye if you’ve been following these underdogs since the start of the season.
The cheerleaders have been providing a morale boost to the footballers in an ingenious way. Multiple times during a game, the football players would run to the sidelines, bend the cheerleaders over and slip under their short pleated skirts to vent out their frustrations. A couple minutes later, they would come back out on the field rejuvenated and invigorated to bring home points for the team. They also put a new meaning to bench warmers: resting teammates would often have a cheerleader to themselves tending to their fatigue and warming their cocks. It’s rumored they would attend the training sessions to provide support as well. It’s no wonder the last few cheerleaders who hadn’t gotten pregnant began swelling up by November.
Seaside does not hide away from their team’s predicament, instead highlighting the girls’ fecund bellies with their signature itty bitty pleated skirt and bikini tie-front top that barely hold in their developing bosoms. Their gravid forms do not stop them from fulfilling their more traditional role as cheerleader either. They manage to lead spirited chants and pull off synchronized dance routines just as well as any other team, all while flaunting their hypnotizing bare bellies.
One would assume that their scandalous public antics would draw criticism, instead they have captured a new group of audience who have gotten invested in the sideline steaminess. Excitement was built upon watching new pregnancies announced and pre-existing pregnancies progress with each game of the season. Seeing as the football team were also leading in the rankings, maybe they are onto something with this ingenious set up.
One of the biggest stories of the football season was the chemistry between the star quarterback Chavez and the lead cheerleader Holland. The hunky, almost 7 foot player was a beast on the field and an even more passionate lover towards the petite cheerleader. His intimidating looks turned into endearment with his tradition of rubbing her belly before the game and lifting her in a dramatic kiss at the end of a win.
As early as the beginning of the playoffs, Holland, who kick started the chain of pregnancy amongst the team, drew huge speculation as to when she would give birth. Bets were placed on the birth date and details, with some even speculating she was pregnant with multiples. Anticipation surmounted at the quarter finals when fans noticed that her large protruding belly had dropped significantly, hanging down over the hem of her skirt.
Despite popular guesses, she showed up to every event in high spirits, all the way to the final game. She never left the sidelines cheering on the team until the final seconds when Chavez sprinted for a 20-yard touchdown, sealing the win for the Storks.
In the hecticness of the celebrations, neither the football players nor the crowd had noticed anything amiss until Chavez ran towards the scene in the sidelines. The cheerleaders were holding onto Holland who was splayed out with her legs apart. Once he made it to his lover’s side, Holland gave one final push, the baby shot out of her and straight into the quarterback’s hands— the same steady hands that had just clinched the championship. The crowd erupted in a second round of cheers, just as loud as the winning touchdown.
People had no idea that the lead cheerleader was in active labour during the game. There were some in hindsight recalling moments where she would clutch the underside belly and steady herself against the boards. Our correspondent was able to have a quick interview with the new mother who explained, “Oh I was feeling consistent contractions since last night, but I just couldn’t miss out on the final game. It was after the halftime performance when my water finally broke. I didn’t want to distract our team who had worked so hard to make it here, so I clenched my thighs together and tried my best to keep him in. Good thing the baby was so big that his head was lodged in my pelvis for a while.”
The healthy eleven pound baby boy was held up proudly next to the championship trophy for the stadium to see. The newborn is in the highest height and weight percentile and fans are already anticipating that he inherited the football star's athleticism. Wouldn't it be a story of a lifetime if the baby born after the team’s first ever championship win grew up to be their new star quarterback one day?
When asked if she would be taking a leave from the cheerleading team next season, she simply turned down the idea. “Nothing will ever prevent me from being on the sidelines to support my boys,” she replied.
An incredible feat of athleticism was witnessed last Sunday coming from both sides of the team hailing from Seaside. The Storks’ historic triumph has captivated the nation, putting the small coastal college on the map and maybe changing the game of cheerleading forever.
Bethy sighed as she looked at her subtly plump middle. She had been planning to get an abortion before he noticed, but of course his hands found her bump before anyone's eyes could tell the difference.
She rocked her still breast-feeding one year old close, willing her to stay asleep a little longer. Their two year old slept soundly, at least, down the hall in the room she shared with her stepbrother, one of her partner's dozens of illegitimate children with the neighborhood women. He was a nice enough child, but Bethy didn't like children and had never wanted any of her own, let alone two and one-on-the-way.
She had thought she was smarter than the other women who'd gotten sucked into Rusty's charm. Everyone knew the notorious playboy in town--he was rich, had land, and he was endowed with a generous spirit, a generous heart, and a generous cock. It was an open secret that he had fathered many children. He was kind and supportive to them all, though they rarely lived with him. In most cases they lived with their mothers and any siblings he'd fathered with her.
She'd met him out jogging, and before she knew it he'd swept her into a whirlwind romance, off her feet and into bed, and before long her belly was growing steadily as a waxing moon. She panicked, but he'd begged and pleaded and fucked her and cried and threatened and whined and worshipped her with his mouth, and in the end she wasn't surprised when he'd managed to keep her occupied until she was much too far along to do anything about the unwanted pregnancy.
He'd asked her to live with him--he'd never asked a woman to live with him before, and she was surprised to find that she liked living with him and playing housewife. Being a pampered "gentlewoman farmer" suited her, and her only uneasiness was the pregnancy. She had always hated children, even as a child herself. They were noisy and sticky and she didn't find them cute. Rusty wouldn't hear it, and insisted she'd naturally love her child once it arrived. And he had been right, sort of, but having a child had only made her more certain that she didn't want more. Rusty understood completely. He pulled out, he took great care of the baby, and he never spoke about more children.
But after their daughter's birth, the drugging had started. She accepted it; depressed, bored of caring for an infant, frustrated that she had been baby-trapped, and worried that she would never bond with her daughter, she needed an escape, and she let him give it to her.
Rusty gave her tinctures, rolled her herbal joints, and made her endless teas. And they did make her feel better. So much better, in fact, that a year after her first baby was born, Bethy surfaced from her happy, lazy, drug-induced haze to look in the mirror. Really look in the mirror. And what she saw was a dumb stoner slut with another pregnant belly hanging off her too-thin frame.
Her second daughter was born only three months later, and Bethy closed up shop, furious at Rusty for giving her two children she had never asked for. But she was a young woman, and angry as she was, she still had needs. One night, lonely and bored and pissed, she left the children with Rusty and went out fishing by the old town pond. Relishing the break from her two screaming toddlers, a muscular and handsome stranger became a source of quick and much needed relief. He happily fucked her, standing in the reeds with the sharp edges cutting into her ass as he thrust in her. She rubbed her clit furiously and came hard, jerking around him and milking him until he exploded inside her. She knew she was being reckless, but something in her needed a stranger inside her, needed to do something to get back at Rusty.
The random fuck left her in a good mood, and when she woke up the next morning to him nuzzling her, she let him put his gargantuan cock inside her and nut against her like a virgin seeing a pretty girl's bra. Poor boy, she thought. I did deprive him, he must have been so pent up. Her sympathy lasted until exactly the moment she saw their nanny, who she'd forced Rusty to hire to help her with her two under two. The poor thing, green to the gills, was gagging while she fed the girls their smashed peas. Her thin cotton button down shirt was no match for that stubbornly growing middle, the gaps between buttons blown wide trying to contain the young woman's secret. She didn't have to confront the girl to know--Sasha wouldn't meet Bethy's eyes, and she scurried home after her shifts like a pregnant churchmouse.
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And now here she was, having another baby. Another fucking baby. Just breathing the air around this man seemed to make her belly swell with child. And she knew she shouldn't be jealous about Sasha, but she thought, with her being the closest to a wife he'd ever had, that she was special. Special her ass. If he didn't get it from her he was going to get it from someone else. Some of the women in this town had six or seven children by him, she'd known all this before she'd met him.
And whose was this unwanted child, anyway? Because that was going to be a real problem. If the stranger's sperm had been the one to find her egg and blow her up like a beach ball, Rusty was not going to be happy when that baby was born. Her midnight tryst had been with a man who had beautiful dark skin, and if it was his child in her, he was not going to look like Rusty, that was for sure. She might not know right now which man had left her with a belly full of baby, but she'd certainly know when it was splitting her in two in a few months. She wondered what Rusty would do if she had a brown baby. Would he leave her alone after that? Or would he punish her by making sure he knew the next one was his?
Combining IYP request 424-2. Imagine you go to a private high school (18 obv) and are struggling to fit into the uniform as your breasts and belly grow bigger and bigger and 432-13. fic request: a very petite young woman (under 5' tall, less than 100lbs) gets pregnant with her 7' tall, almost 500 lb, boyfriends child. He doesn't want kids so he dumps her. She ends up having to give birth in her mobile home. During the long, difficult, excruciating labor and birth, she finds out that not only is she having twins, but that they definitely inherited their fathers size. With the smaller twin being almost 15lbs and almost 2 ft long.
"Uh oh," Kady thought to herself. "This is not good."
It was two weeks into her junior year of high school, and the adorable white denim shorts she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday two months ago were already digging into her stomach at the waist. She sighed, pinching her chub, and vowed to switch to the nasty egg-white Dunkin sandwiches until the winter formal.
She bounced down the hallway, glossy ponytail swinging, and shouted goodbye to her mom's closed bedroom door. Her boyfriend Leo's Audi had just pulled up in front of her mobile home and she knew he'd be annoyed if she didn't get outside before he started honking.
"Do I look fat?" she pouted appealingly at Leo once she'd hopped in. "You look great," he answered without looking at her, and rested a hand on her breast as he drove towards the school. "You gotta talk to the super about that driveway," he said, for about the millionth time.
"I know, honey, the gravel isn't good for the car," she cooed. "It's just that no one in my part of town has such a nice car, handsome."
He accepted the flattery and reached over to give her a peck. "You're gonna live somewhere so much better someday," he told her. "You may be a scholarship kid but you are smart and you have good taste. And, of course, you're dating me." The towering mound of sandy blonde hair and corn-fed muscles smiled charmingly at her. How had she gotten so lucky? She was one of the few kids on financial aid at Carbot High, but she had somehow snagged a varsity running back as a boyfriend.
Leo dropped her off and she ran in with the rest of the junior girls, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the middle aged teachers' aides as they changed out of their street clothes and into the polo shirt and kilt that made up their uniform. Her uniform was a little tight in the waist too. She thought about skipping lunch, but she had also been so ravenously hungry lately. Well, she could always alter her winter formal dress. The benefit of being poor and having to sew your own formal wear was that she could make it fit her like a glove.
A month later, fitting into a formal dress was the least of Kady's worries. She may still be able to fit into her yoga pants and band t-shirts at home, but her school uniform couldn't be let out anymore, there was just no fabric left. It was impossible for her to button it around her stubbornly growing belly. The school bell rang and Kady panicked. She needed to figure something out fast. She grabbed a safety pin from her emergency sewing kit and pinned the skirt as best she could before running to her first class.
After school she cleaned the worst of the beer cans out of her kitchen and popped a microwave pizza in the fridge. Her mom was at work for the evening and Kady had been so incredibly needy lately, she jumped at the chance to have her big hunk come over and fuck her. Leo, though he hated coming to the trailer park, wasn't going to turn down a chance to stick his dick in her, so he showed up practically on time. Looking down from his six foot nine inch frame to her five foot nothin' body, now sporting a noticeable bump in the stomach area, he gestured to the pizza cooling on the counter and made a comment about how that might not be the best choice for her. Stung, but horny, she nodded agreeably and pulled him into her bedroom and into her pussy, squeezing him so hard with each thrust that he cried out in surprise. He came quickly and she put her mouth on him until he was hard again, and rode him greedily, drinking up every little drop of his cum.
When he left, she felt a little dead inside, but she calmed the internal voices suggesting something didn't feel right by devouring her microwave pizza.
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The safety pin worked for two weeks, until it really, really didn't. She was in English class when it gave out, popping its overloaded spring and ricocheting off her desk with a tiny metallic ping. Mortified, she raised her hand to go to the bathroom, pinching the two halves of her skirt together with one hand while smoothing it nervously with the other. Her teacher granted her request, but she could feel all eyes on her as she walked out of the room. Before she even had a moment to collect herself, a classmate popped her head in and told her to go right to the school nurse.
"Honey, you're pregnant." Kady felt ice cold fear drip down the back of her neck. the nurse's voice was kind, but firm. She had peed on a stick twenty minutes ago, but the look on the nurse's face when after seeing her belly clued her in far before the two pink lines.
"Do you know how far along you might be? Does the father know?"
The questions washed over Kady. She just wanted to go home. Pregnant? She couldn't have a baby. She didn't want to end up like her mom, trapped by a child she had no desire to care for. She nodded dumbly and took the pamphlets the nurse thrust in her hand. "Five months pregnant....prenatal care....WIC voucher....baby shower" it all felt far away, like it was happening to a different person. She called a taxi, took it home, and stared at the pamphlets in her hands until she was too tired to do anything but sleep.
In a badly needed stroke of luck, it was three days before winter break, and Kady's mom would hardly notice if her usually dedicated student daughter took a few days off "sick." So, Kady wandered through the next few weeks in a haze, trying to make sense of what was happening. She made up her mind that she wanted an abortion, and got up the courage to ask Leo for the money.
Getting him to come over wasn't hard, but his eyes narrowed angrily when they saw her. Now that she wasn't trying to hide how fat she was getting, her pregnant belly was enormously obvious on her tiny frame. He was immediately angry, and although in the end he agreed to give her the money, it was over between them. She had been stupid, he'd said. And his football career was just beginning--didn't she see how selfish it was of her to get his baby in her? She was devastated, but on some level she wasn't surprised. At least she had the money she needed.
Unfortunately, showing up at the abortion clinic with a belly the size of a basketball meant that Kady was rejected at the front desk before even seeing a provider. Despite her protests that she had been a virgin five months ago, she had to admit that the sheer size of her pregnant middle made her look like a liar. She tried again at the other clinic, over two hours away, pushing the limits of her mom's unreliable Chevy, but she got the same response.
"You're having that baby, little girl," this receptionist had sneered at her. "Maybe next time you should give your boyfriend a blow job."
Tears stung Kady's face, and she cried the entire two hour drive home. School started again in two days. She had been so confident that she would have a skinny belly again by the end of this weekend. What was she going to do?
The answer, it seemed, was go to school and endure the shocked stares of her classmates, the pitying looks of the teachers who had hoped the girl from the trailer park would make it out, and the disgusted silence from the father of her baby, who made sure she knew that she owed him the abortion money back, and that if she tried to claim him as the father he would deny her.
She knew those were the greater ills, but for some reason the thing that seemed the most unfair was how completely awful her school uniform fit her very pregnant body. Even through her bra, the scratchy polo material irritated her sensitive nipples, and she now had to secure her kilt over her belly, making the skirt lift up awkwardly in front. She didn't dare ask for a new uniform--she was afraid every day that they would finally kick her out and she would have to stay home and explain to her mother that she and Leo had snuck around, been stupid, and made a very, very big baby.
Unfortunately for Kady, trying not to make waves didn't work very well. By six months pregnant she couldn't see her feet, constantly knocked supplies off her desk with her ungainly belly, and couldn't sit without spreading her legs. But it was exactly six months and ten days after the first time she had ever had sex with Leo that she got stuck in her desk chair and was just too pregnant to get out on her own.
Once the janitors had unscrewed the bolts holding it together and she had stood up, rubbing the painful grooves the furniture had made in her fertile mound, the guidance counselor pulled her into his office and told her that her scholarship had been withdrawn.
"You can try again next year Kady," he said, smiling condescendingly, "after you've had your baby. Or maybe a less challenging school might be a better fit for someone in your..." his eyes rested obviously on her swollen middle "...condition?"
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She couldn't be sure, having been too ashamed to get any prenatal care, but the intermittent pangs she'd been having for two days were starting to get closer together. Plus, she was absolutely enormous. It was hard to imagine getting any bigger. She had had to move temporarily into her mother's bedroom. Her pregnant stomach dwarfed her body so completely that she had difficulty walking, and spent most of her days watching tv, crying, and moaning. It was nearly a full time job, lately, trying to soothe the angry, itchy, stretched and bloated orb of the belly she had created when she had bounced up and down on her giant ex-boyfriend's cock. Her breasts, swollen and painful to the touch, rested on top of her gravid mountain of a stomach, and she was too pregnant to sit up straight.
"I absolutely have to be close to giving birth now," she thought, "and as terrified as I am of birth, there is nothing I wouldn't do to get this fucking baby out of me."
As if on cue, her labor pains started in earnest. These were so much more intense than the lead-up cramps, but they still weren't coming very often. She called 911, and yelled to her mother that she needed ice chips. When her mother didn't answer after twenty minutes, she painstakingly waddled into the living room to see why. The empty bottle of vodka and her mother's groggy form in the recliner answered that question. Tears welled up in her as a contraction doubled her over.
Monstrously pregnant, mother passed out, baby's father gone forever, she didn't know how she could do this. When the EMTs arrived, even they couldn't hide their shock at her size. At first they tried to move her, but she was too big to fit on the stretcher. While they were trying, she felt a sudden intense urge to push and felt the baby descend into her birth canal. The EMTs quickly realized it was too late to move her, and one got a portable sonogram machine while the other ran to the ambulance for more supplies.
"Okay, let's have a look at the baby," a calm female EMT told Katy as she moved over Katy's contracting belly. "Oh," she said suddenly in a quick inhale of breath, "there's two in there. Congrats little mama, you're having twins!"
It’s this very position that likely got you pregnant: him lying flat on his back and you sitting upright on his thick cock. It’s hard to imagine it had been only some months ago when the change is so staggering.
It took a formidable amount of effort for you to heave your burdensome self over his body, but you descend easily over his cock, already loose and wet enough to forgo resistance. Your gravid belly follows, plopping on top of his body.
It lands with an audible flop sound, and you swore you also heard him let out an involuntary gasp. Meanwhile, you moan with the relief of the weight off your straining back and the pleasure of your sleeve being stretched apart.
“You good?” you asked with a knowing smile. If anyone knew how heavy this enormous mass was, it was you who had to lug it around everywhere.
“Yup,” he choked out too promptly to believe. “Are you still okay with this?”
“Mmm… it feels good to rest this monstrosity down for once.” You pat the side of your taut and stuffed belly. Now that your strained abdominal muscles can relax, your belly spills over the expanse of his abdomen all the way past his chest. The babies inside your womb tussle with the disruption to their living space, throwing limbs out in every direction.
If it were up to him, you wouldn’t be doing this at all. He’s been afraid to touch you further than second base ever since you hit your second trimester, making excuses that you could see right through. This was one of the few positions you can still have sex in yet still it’s not without its difficulties.
You brace your heavy body with your arms and grind your hips slow and grueling. Gradually, you start leaning forward, pushing against the shelf of your belly to chase the perfect pleasure spot. With all the effort you’re exerting, it’s no wonder you’re panting and sweating buckets. Incredulously, when you glance down upon your idly laying partner, he too was completely red in the face, jaw slack open to capture shallow breaths.
“Am I too heavy on you?” you ask.
“Certainly not darling. You— you’re beautiful,” he sputters out.
“That’s not what I asked,” you reply, pushing down on him harder.
“You're— still ve— very light.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Hm… Why does it seem like you’re struggling to breathe?” There's an underlying sense of gratification, knowing that his growing babies has been crushing your organs into a corner, lungs barely able to expand with oxygen— and he's finally getting a taste of what you experience everyday.
“I— I’m not!” he grunts between his teeth.
You lean forward as far as you can, putting all of your gravid weight against his chest. You peak past the curve of your stomach and watch your partner squirm with panic.
Laughter manages to escape between your own strained breaths. As his skin begins to morph from red to pale white, you feel a certain type of power you’ve never possessed before. You can’t believe within a couple of months, your body on its own has grown heavy enough to be able to cause asphyxiation.
When you finally get off him, it takes a good while for him to catch up on oxygen. “If you wanted me to call you fat, you should’ve said so,” he grumbles afterwards.
Emma slid back against her husband Mark on their bed and eased her naked, swollen body against him. She almost cooed when she felt Marks big hands wrap around her and start to rub her severely pregnant belly. She felt the heat radiating off of his naked body against hers and she sighed contentedly. She put her hands over Mark’s, and the two of them explored every inch of her gravidness.
“Won’t be long now.” Mark whispered in her ear as his fingers lightly traced the stretch marks on her sides and underbelly. “I know” she replied, “He’s dropped.” Mark nuzzled against her and kissed her cheek. “You know, we can still change his name if you want…” he said as his fingertips grazed her sensitive popped out belly button. She couldn’t help but shiver a little at the sensation. “Oh yeah? And what sort of names were you thinking?” She asked. He stopped rubbing for a moment and gave her kettle drum of a belly a quick pat “Trogdor” he said. Emma chuckled and felt her belly rock up and down a little. Her heavy breasts jiggled. “Trogdor?” she replied, “Isn’t that some dragon or something else dumb?”. Mark continued to rub her belly; his palms placed gently but firm on her taut skin. “What about Twigglet?” He asked, and this time Emma’s whole body shook with laughter. “Oh my God, stop, you’re gonna make me pee a little…” she said between shakes of laughter. “Even if you peed a little, I’d still love my heavily pregnant Emma” He said softly. One of his hands drifted up her belly to one of her swollen breasts and he cupped it gently. Emma still let out a slight hiss in discomfort, but couldn’t deny how good it felt when Mark’s hands were on her. Emma sighed at his touch “I’m surprised you still love me like this.” She said as she shook her dense belly a little. Suddenly, Emma could feel her husband start to get hard behind her and she smiled. “You do still love me even though I’m a beached whale?” Mark let his fingers lightly pull and tease one of Emma’s long dark nipples. She felt the pressure of milk aching right behind them. “You’re as big as a house” Mark whispered hotly in her ear, and for some reason that was the sexiest thing he could have said to her. “And I fucking love you like this.” He said before starting to kiss down the side of her neck, his erection growing stiffer against her ass.
Emma let out a gasp of air on that and closed her eyes. The truth was she was big. She was huge and heavy. She had fully reached the stage of pregnancy when all she could do was waddle around and hold her belly up as she moved. She was tired, and aching, and sore. Completely over having strangers rub her massive bump and ask her if it was twins. She just wanted to meet her baby. But somehow, through all of it, she couldn’t be happier. She never really knew Mark had a pregnancy fetish before this but she was very happy to find out how into it he was as the months went along and she swelled bigger. He never missed a beat to take care of her. To pamper her and make her feel safe and special. To make sure she knew just how beautiful she was. And to take her as many times as he could. Even when she was tired and unsure, he would use his words and his wonderful hands to break her down and have her aching for him. All of it made her hot and bothered. Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it was just all the extra attention, but Emma was finding herself wet more often than not these days. Even if she was as big as house. She was his house. His beached whale. His big, beautiful pregnant wife. “This man” she thought as Mark now massaged her other full breast. “I want to carry this man’s babies forever”.
Mark fully kissed her. His tongue and hers exploring each other. When they broke, his hands went back to her huge belly. “You’re so pretty pregnant.” He said. And Emma felt herself dripping down her thighs.
“You stay right here” she said. “I want to give the father of my baby something” and with that she slowly heaved herself up and away from Mark. For a second she worried she would flop back down heavily on him but she found her balance. She slowly lowered herself to her hands and knees, making sure Mark got a good view of her ass and between her legs. She crawled along the bed, feeling her globe of a belly drag across the sheets. Her breasts hung heavily off her chest and she could feel beads of milk escaping her turgid nipples. She finally got herself in position between Mark’s legs, which was no easy feet with how very pregnant she was, and she took his hard, erect penis in her tiny hand, smiled at him, and then leaned down to take all of him in her mouth.
She heard him groan in pleasure and she started going up and down his long shaft faster. She took his balls in one hand and softly played with them as her saliva ran down the length of him. Her back was already aching from the position, and she felt her heavy body weighing her down, but she continued. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated him. She wanted to show the father of her child how happy she was carrying his babies. She wanted to worship the cock that had given her this huge baby belly. She licked the head of his cock while she ran her other hand up and down his shaft, trying to support her weight with her knees and elbows.
She felt Mark throbbing her hands and he put his hands on her shoulders to stop her. She wondered what was wrong until she saw the hungry look in his eye. “I want you” he said and quickly got up from where he was sitting on the bed. Even though she was so large and cumbersome, somehow Mark easily lowered her down on her side, her big belly and tits resting on the bed. Her back felt immediately better. She looked at her husband again and without a word she opened her top leg to let him inside of her. Mark put one of his hands on her belly and the other on the small of her back as he quietly thrusted into her, burying himself all the way to the hilt in her swollen pregnant pussy. She moaned in delight as she felt her soft wet walls around him. His hold on her gentle but strong. She couldn’t move even if she wanted. Her belly had her down in place and she could barely move. She could feel herself running all over his cock and her thighs. “I love you like this.” Mark said, almost grunting and all she could do was nod her head in agreement. The smell of her sex was everywhere now and it was driving him on. “I’m going to give you all the babies you want.” Mark said in a deep hungry voice. Emma felt the waves of sensation breaking in her and it wouldn’t be long until they let go. “I’m going to keep you so swollen and heavy with my babies …” Mark continued, lost in his thrusting. “Yes….please…. ke-keep me big and pregnant” Emma managed to say in between moans that were getting louder. “Ma-make me a m-mommy.” She said and felt the crest of her high reaching it’s apex. Mark let out a deep groan and she could feel his cock twitch inside of her. She couldn’t hold back any longer
And with that Mark began to throb rope after rope inside his very pregnant wife. Emma almost screamed and she felt the damn burst and she clenched all around him. Her cum soaking his cock and dripping down her lips. The two of then rocked in place, unable to move.
After a few moments, while they were both trying to catch their breath, the baby started to kick furiously in Emma’s belly. Emma let out an “oof” and placed her hand on her belly to try and soothe the baby. Mark smiled gently at her and placed his hand on top of her own. The two of them silently excited for all that was to come.
