You’ve known about my pregnancy fetish forever. I was mortified when you told me you’d discovered it, but my mood quickly changed when you revealed that you shared it. Now we constantly role play- but that’s all it ever is. You know I’m too dedicated to my career to ever let myself fall pregnant, and you’ve always thought it funny how cautious I’ve always been, even after I started seeing you- how could another woman knock me up?
And then we found ourselves in quarantine together. I was a wreck- my arts job that I’d thrown myself into was suddenly gone, at least for the foreseeable future. I quickly started searching for something, and lucked out and found a boring office job that would let me work from home. You knew that I was unhappy, and with my career forced to a screeching halt, you saw your opportunity.
“What if we didn’t have to role play getting you pregnant?” You asked me one night, as I lay beneath you, naked and already moaning in pleasure. “You don’t have to worry about about your career now, at least for a while...now would be the perfect time for me to put a baby in you,” you whisper in my ear. “Please.... I want you to knock me up,” I whisper back. And then before I know it, you’re thrusting your strap into me. As I’m coming down from my orgasm I’m surprised to feel something leak onto my leg when you remove the strap. I give you a look of shock, and placing your hand on my belly you smile wickedly and tell me you can’t wait to see me swollen with your baby.
I brush off what you did, telling myself there’s no way whatever you put inside me could have knocked me up, and that even if it could have it likely wouldn’t have since I’m always so diligent about my birth control. Then my breasts start aching. Truthfully, I try to ignore it for a few weeks even though, deep down, I know that somehow you got me pregnant. I’ve always hidden how much I’ve wanted it, and finally allowing it to happen almost feels wrong. Soon after, I miss my time of the month. I’m still somewhat conflicted, despite the fact that I’ve already found myself staring at the mirror, completely naked imagining how big I’ll get. You’re there the first time I have a bout of morning sickness, and that evening you show up knowingly with a pregnancy test. I take it, even though we both already know what the result will be.
A few weeks later we’re getting ready to go to my first appointment. I’ve been nervous, because there’s already a slight swell to my belly- not enough that anyone else has noticed, especially when it’s covered by a shirt. But it’s enough to remind me that I’m most definitely pregnant. You can tell I’m nervous, I haven’t been able to stop anxiously bouncing my leg in the waiting room. Thankfully, you’re able to come back with me. Despite the changes to my body (my breasts have already been aching), the fact that I’m pregnant hasn’t felt real. It finally really hits me when I lay back on the exam table and pull my shirt up over my belly. “Are you sure you’re only about seven weeks?” the doctor asks as she squirts the cold gel on my tiny bump. I sheepishly nod as she places the ultrasound wand to my belly. I see her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen and I shoot you a look. “Is everything okay?” You ask the doctor. “Yes, congratulations are in order, you’re having multiples!” I feel my heart stop, I’m simultaneously elated and terrified. The doctor is focused on the screen again, the wand probing my belly. “Multiples? How many?” I ask. “Triplets,” the doctor answers pointing at the screen.
As soon as we walk in the front door you shove me up against the wall with a kiss. “You’re going to be so beautiful huge with my triplets,” you tell me “I’d hoped for twins, but messing with your birth control worked better than I imagined.” I shiver, I’d suspected that you had probably replaced my birth control with something else. Hearing it confirmed, knowing how deliberately you knocked me up really turns me on. You begin kissing down my neck, and I gasp as you squeeze one of my breasts. “How are we going to tell everyone?” I breathily ask. You pull my shirt up and place a hand on my belly. “I want you all to myself,” you say as you begin rubbing the small swell. “We’re not going to tell anyone until these babies come out of you...” “h-how would we get away with it?” I ask. You smile wickedly, “babe that’s going to be so easy with everything going on...”
By the time I’m about 9 weeks I undeniably have a bump. So far your plan has gone incredibly smoothly- it’s easy to hide my swelling midsection when people only see shoulders and above over a video call. When I do venture out in public, you make sure I wear a loose shirt- I’m still small enough that no one is likely to ask if I’m pregnant for fear of being rude. You typically run the errands, and today is no different. I’m relaxing on the couch, listening one of my favorite records, waiting on you to get home. I find myself rubbing my bump, I’m already so happy with what you’ve done to me. I’ve already been forced into leggings, none of my pants will button. I’m not wearing a bra, my boobs have started to overflow the cups. They’re still so sensitive, and my nipples have changed. They’ve started getting darker, and just about anything makes them erect. Right now they’re poking through the thin fabric of my top. “Hey babe,” I call out as I hear you come in the front door. You come into the room carrying a bag. “I don’t think you should get to have all the fun,” you say pulling something out of the bag. It’s a strap on- looking closer, I think it’s the one you used to knock me up. “Is that what I think it is?” I ask. You nod, pulling my shirt up over my bump. You begin placing soft kisses over the swell and I shiver. “I want this too,” you tell me. I smile wickedly at you, and a few minutes later you’re bent over the couch, my bump resting against the top of your ass as I get ready to put a baby in you.
I knew with triplets I’d get huge, but at 25 weeks I look ready to pop. I feel so full and wonderful despite the discomforts- it’s already gotten hard to find a comfortable sleeping position. You’ve just started showing. I successfully knocked you up, but the doctor has already confirmed it’s just one. Even with us both pregnant, you’re still waiting on me hand and foot. I have a video meeting for work today, and I know you’ll want to watch. You like to set up the camera for me, and you like to make sure that no one sees our not so little secret. It’s been hard, I’ve been bursting the share what’s happened with the world, but anytime I hear you say I’m all yours I melt. I want to tease you with my outfit today, so I pull out some of my pre-pregnancy clothes. Even though the pants are stretchy they won’t fit over my bump. The shirt barely covers my already popped belly button. You’re always so meticulous about setting up the camera so that only my head and shoulders are seen, so I decide to forego a bra. This will do nicely, I think. I waddle into the kitchen where you set up the computer. “Is that really what you’re wearing?” You ask, crossing to me. I nod, you grab my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden at your touch. “Perfect,” you say as you pull out the chair for me. Sitting down I can feel the babies start kicking. I hope they calm down, it can be so distracting and it makes it hard to keep a straight face. I test the camera, and sure enough all that can be seen is shoulders and up. The call starts, and unfortunately the babies are still kicking. You can see me rubbing my belly trying not to make a face and give myself away. You love knowing that no one can tell what a fertility goddess you’ve made me. Bursting out of my clothes, my swollen tits resting on top of my bump. You know I’m just going to get bigger, but you still won’t let me tell anyone- not until they’re out of me. Maybe the next time you knock me up it won’t be a secret.
Inspired by the lovely @mrsdykstra4241 💕
