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A Quiet Night In
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Shame. Pure shame. This is how Reagan felt about her 9 month pregnant belly. She was currently carrying twins, and it wasn’t doing her figure any favours.
Reagan was small in stature, standing at around 5’0”. She had deep brown hair, piercing brown eyes and a button nose. She had always had a large behind, however since the pregnancy, her breasts had seemed to catch up. Her pregnant bump, on the other hand, was enormous.
Her enormously enlarged midsection was almost bursting out of her shirt, her tits were heaving enormously, noticeably popping out of her tight blouse.
Walking around the office wasn’t only a chore because of the physical implications, but the constant humiliation from her colleagues. The belly rubs, the frequent lifting of her shirt, the constant questions about the whereabouts of the twin’s father. She was sick of it.
She had been working here for six years now, ever since she left school and started to work her way through university. A short time after graduating, she got a job as an admin assistant in a small law firm. It was always a good place to work – everyone knew each other on a first name basis, all the staff were friendly with one another and the pay was great. Not much later, she met a guy named David who worked there too. He was nice looking, funny, charming and smart. They started seeing each other regularly, nothing serious, in fact, entirely a secret.
When Reagan had met David, he was married. They would often steal looks from each other from across the reception. The stolen looks became casual flirting, the casual flirting became stolen kisses, and finally, the stolen kisses became intimate sex in the stationary cupboard. Things seemed too good to be true, unfortunately, they were. Reagan fell pregnant with his children, this resulted in a ‘coincidental’ relocation for David and his wife. Leaving Reagan, not only alone, but pregnant.
The end of Reagan’s shift had finally arrived. She got up from her desk, collecting her things as she walked towards the door. She always took the elevator down, because she didn't want to feel too much pressure in her incredibly gravid belly. As she stepped into the lift, she noticed that her colleague's eyes followed her every step of the way, as she made her way out of the office. It was the usual routine by now - the girls were always staring at her belly and asking if she knew what she was having. Reagan exited the building as quickly as she could, not very fast unfortunately, and forced herself into her car. She hated going home early with a baby on board, but it was better than working through her lunch break just so that she could take another extended break later.
She drove straight to her apartment, which was close enough for her to walk, if need be (she preferred not to, though), and parked her vehicle outside. After unlocking the front door, she went inside and threw her bag onto the sofa before taking a seat. She looked down at her swollen breasts and orb-like belly. Her skin felt like it was stretched beyond its limits, and she wondered how long this would last.
The whole pregnancy seemed to have dragged on as if planned to inconvenience her. She started to run her hand across her incredibly round tummy. The movement sent a dull ache through her lower abdomen, and she had to clench her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in pain. She hadn't been able to move freely since she first found out she was pregnant. Everything hurt, especially her legs and her back.
Reagan squirmed in her chair. The soft cushions were doing nothing to relieve the aching in her back. Her baby bump’s size and protrusion were making it hard to breathe, let alone move. She pinched herself in an effort to stop the aching, but it didn't help.
She pinched herself in an effort to stop the aching, but it didn't help.
"Ouch," she moaned, rubbing her aching belly."I need to get out of these clothes."
She yanked her tight fitting top over her head, and her large, full breasts spilled out the cups of her bra. She let her colostrum-stained blouse fall to the floor.
She couldn't even do simple chores such as cleaning the house or doing the laundry without feeling exhausted. All she could do was sit around and oil her bump for seemingly hours on end. Speaking of which, she turned her head, staring at her bottle of baby oil.
As much as she was ashamed to admit it, this was the part of her pregnancy that Reagan loved. It gave her unimaginable relief.
She opened the cap and took a sniff. It smelled wonderful, and she couldn't wait to rub it all over her bulging, aching belly.
She stripped off her clothes slowly, knowing exactly where she wanted to apply the oil. Looking down at her engorged tummy, she ran her fingers around her belly button, spreading the warm liquid along her skin, Moaning gently and involuntarily as her hands gently caressed her gravid stomach. She rubbed her hands together and spread the oil a little more, making sure every inch of her body was covered by the golden fluid.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she lay on the bed, letting the warmth seep into her. She stared up at the ceiling, completely relaxed. Her mind wandered to thoughts about David, the taboo intimacy they shared in the stockrooms in the office. It made her pussy purr sensually, drooling at the thought, from both pairs of lips.
The thought of doing anything or anyone kept coming into her mind and would not go away. She couldn't take it anymore. She was so sexually frustrated that she had to do something about it. She needed to feel good, right now.
Her eyes fluttered open suddenly, and she pulled her knees up to her chest as best as she could, rubbing her belly. She looked down at her growing belly and let out a sharp gasp. She was so large; she could barely see her feet anymore. Her belly was huge, as far as she could tell, and it appeared to be getting heavier by the day. Deep down, she knew it was her deepest sexual fantasy. To be big. So big she couldn't even get up or bend down. It was so wrong, yet so right.
"Mmmmmm..." Reagan moans as she spreads her legs wide apart and begins slowly rubbing her petite hands up and down her soaking lips. "It feels so good... my pussy's so tight!"
She looked down and watched her belly move as she slowly fucked herself with two fingers inside of herself. Reagan moaned loudly and ecstatically as she continued to finger fuck herself while staring at her belly button. She felt an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain as her body became more sensitive.
She shifted her position slightly, trying to find something comfortable. Then, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. Slowly, she moved her hands down to her thighs, and there she stopped, straining to reach her lower parts.
Her pussy had become so well hidden, she couldn't touch it as effortlessly as she once could. It was so firm, yet soft, and it throbbed with desire.
Reagan reached down and touched her belly, rubbing her fingers across it. “It feels so good!” She thought, She ran her hands over her swollen breasts, and she gasped at the sensation.
She opened her eyes and smiled. She ran her fingers over her chest, cupping her breasts gently in her palms.
"Oh yes..." she moaned aloud.
She leaned down, managing to kiss her large stomach, tracing small circles with her tongue as she did so. Her belly was so full, so round, and so tight. She then leaned back to rub the still glistening oil further into her skin, licking her lips as she caressed her belly button with a finger.
She slowly moved her fingers down, massaging her swollen breasts and squeezing them together. She sighed loudly, leaning her head against the pillow as she continued to knead her breasts.
Reagan moaned softly as she flipped onto her stomach and crawled over top of the bed. She placed one foot on each side of a wooden chair, positioned next to her bed and laid her feet across its seat.
She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs wide apart. The thought of someone seeing her pregnant body laying like this was mesmerising and extremely arousing. It made her feel incredibly sexy knowing that she had to constantly carry a reminder of her promiscuity for everyone to see. She laid there enjoying the thought of her soft belly being rubbed and massaged.
Reagan's stomach started to bulge even further while she played with her body… It was almost involuntary, the way she blew out her belly as far as she could while she was pleasuring herself. Her belly could swell up like a basketball, growing bigger by the second as she imagined it filling up further with fluid and stretching her skin beyond it’s already unrecognisable form.
She massaged her pussy harder and faster until
she felt an intense orgasm building deep within her loins. It was too much for her to handle. Reagan's huge, gravid, newly oiled bump glistened in the light, as she stroked her soaked pussy. Reluctantly, Reagan’s climax came hard, shaking uncontrollably. When her euphoric, seemingly endless finish came to an end, she lay there, completely exhausted and still exposed.
She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked the sticky substance off before laying on her side. She then looked down at her fingers,which were covered in her thick honey-like cum, and began kissing and licking them clean.
Reagan lay there, at moments like these she thought perhaps pregnancy wasn't so bad.
She heard a knock at the door.
A Quiet Night In
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Shame. Pure shame. This is how Reagan felt about her 9 month pregnant belly. She was currently carrying twins, and it wasn’t doing her figure any favours.
Reagan was small in stature, standing at around 5’0”. She had deep brown hair, piercing brown eyes and a button nose. She had always had a large behind, however since the pregnancy, her breasts had seemed to catch up. Her pregnant bump, on the other hand, was enormous.
Her enormously enlarged midsection was almost bursting out of her shirt, her tits were heaving enormously, noticeably popping out of her tight blouse.
Walking around the office wasn’t only a chore because of the physical implications, but the constant humiliation from her colleagues. The belly rubs, the frequent lifting of her shirt, the constant questions about the whereabouts of the twin’s father. She was sick of it.
She had been working here for six years now, ever since she left school and started to work her way through university. A short time after graduating, she got a job as an admin assistant in a small law firm. It was always a good place to work – everyone knew each other on a first name basis, all the staff were friendly with one another and the pay was great. Not much later, she met a guy named David who worked there too. He was nice looking, funny, charming and smart. They started seeing each other regularly, nothing serious, in fact, entirely a secret.
When Reagan had met David, he was married. They would often steal looks from each other from across the reception. The stolen looks became casual flirting, the casual flirting became stolen kisses, and finally, the stolen kisses became intimate sex in the stationary cupboard. Things seemed too good to be true, unfortunately, they were. Reagan fell pregnant with his children, this resulted in a ‘coincidental’ relocation for David and his wife. Leaving Reagan, not only alone, but pregnant.
The end of Reagan’s shift had finally arrived. She got up from her desk, collecting her things as she walked towards the door. She always took the elevator down, because she didn't want to feel too much pressure in her incredibly gravid belly. As she stepped into the lift, she noticed that her colleague's eyes followed her every step of the way, as she made her way out of the office. It was the usual routine by now - the girls were always staring at her belly and asking if she knew what she was having. Reagan exited the building as quickly as she could, not very fast unfortunately, and forced herself into her car. She hated going home early with a baby on board, but it was better than working through her lunch break just so that she could take another extended break later.
She drove straight to her apartment, which was close enough for her to walk, if need be (she preferred not to, though), and parked her vehicle outside. After unlocking the front door, she went inside and threw her bag onto the sofa before taking a seat. She looked down at her swollen breasts and orb-like belly. Her skin felt like it was stretched beyond its limits, and she wondered how long this would last.
The whole pregnancy seemed to have dragged on as if planned to inconvenience her. She started to run her hand across her incredibly round tummy. The movement sent a dull ache through her lower abdomen, and she had to clench her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in pain. She hadn't been able to move freely since she first found out she was pregnant. Everything hurt, especially her legs and her back.
Reagan squirmed in her chair. The soft cushions were doing nothing to relieve the aching in her back. Her baby bump’s size and protrusion were making it hard to breathe, let alone move. She pinched herself in an effort to stop the aching, but it didn't help.
She pinched herself in an effort to stop the aching, but it didn't help.
"Ouch," she moaned, rubbing her aching belly."I need to get out of these clothes."
She yanked her tight fitting top over her head, and her large, full breasts spilled out the cups of her bra. She let her colostrum-stained blouse fall to the floor.
She couldn't even do simple chores such as cleaning the house or doing the laundry without feeling exhausted. All she could do was sit around and oil her bump for seemingly hours on end. Speaking of which, she turned her head, staring at her bottle of baby oil.
As much as she was ashamed to admit it, this was the part of her pregnancy that Reagan loved. It gave her unimaginable relief.
She opened the cap and took a sniff. It smelled wonderful, and she couldn't wait to rub it all over her bulging, aching belly.
She stripped off her clothes slowly, knowing exactly where she wanted to apply the oil. Looking down at her engorged tummy, she ran her fingers around her belly button, spreading the warm liquid along her skin, Moaning gently and involuntarily as her hands gently caressed her gravid stomach. She rubbed her hands together and spread the oil a little more, making sure every inch of her body was covered by the golden fluid.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she lay on the bed, letting the warmth seep into her. She stared up at the ceiling, completely relaxed. Her mind wandered to thoughts about David, the taboo intimacy they shared in the stockrooms in the office. It made her pussy purr sensually, drooling at the thought, from both pairs of lips.
The thought of doing anything or anyone kept coming into her mind and would not go away. She couldn't take it anymore. She was so sexually frustrated that she had to do something about it. She needed to feel good, right now.
Her eyes fluttered open suddenly, and she pulled her knees up to her chest as best as she could, rubbing her belly. She looked down at her growing belly and let out a sharp gasp. She was so large; she could barely see her feet anymore. Her belly was huge, as far as she could tell, and it appeared to be getting heavier by the day. Deep down, she knew it was her deepest sexual fantasy. To be big. So big she couldn't even get up or bend down. It was so wrong, yet so right.
"Mmmmmm..." Reagan moans as she spreads her legs wide apart and begins slowly rubbing her petite hands up and down her soaking lips. "It feels so good... my pussy's so tight!"
She looked down and watched her belly move as she slowly fucked herself with two fingers inside of herself. Reagan moaned loudly and ecstatically as she continued to finger fuck herself while staring at her belly button. She felt an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain as her body became more sensitive.
She shifted her position slightly, trying to find something comfortable. Then, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. Slowly, she moved her hands down to her thighs, and there she stopped, straining to reach her lower parts.
Her pussy had become so well hidden, she couldn't touch it as effortlessly as she once could. It was so firm, yet soft, and it throbbed with desire.
Reagan reached down and touched her belly, rubbing her fingers across it. “It feels so good!” She thought, She ran her hands over her swollen breasts, and she gasped at the sensation.
She opened her eyes and smiled. She ran her fingers over her chest, cupping her breasts gently in her palms.
"Oh yes..." she moaned aloud.
She leaned down, managing to kiss her large stomach, tracing small circles with her tongue as she did so. Her belly was so full, so round, and so tight. She then leaned back to rub the still glistening oil further into her skin, licking her lips as she caressed her belly button with a finger.
She slowly moved her fingers down, massaging her swollen breasts and squeezing them together. She sighed loudly, leaning her head against the pillow as she continued to knead her breasts.
Reagan moaned softly as she flipped onto her stomach and crawled over top of the bed. She placed one foot on each side of a wooden chair, positioned next to her bed and laid her feet across its seat.
She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs wide apart. The thought of someone seeing her pregnant body laying like this was mesmerising and extremely arousing. It made her feel incredibly sexy knowing that she had to constantly carry a reminder of her promiscuity for everyone to see. She laid there enjoying the thought of her soft belly being rubbed and massaged.
Reagan's stomach started to bulge even further while she played with her body… It was almost involuntary, the way she blew out her belly as far as she could while she was pleasuring herself. Her belly could swell up like a basketball, growing bigger by the second as she imagined it filling up further with fluid and stretching her skin beyond it’s already unrecognisable form.
She massaged her pussy harder and faster until
she felt an intense orgasm building deep within her loins. It was too much for her to handle. Reagan's huge, gravid, newly oiled bump glistened in the light, as she stroked her soaked pussy. Reluctantly, Reagan’s climax came hard, shaking uncontrollably. When her euphoric, seemingly endless finish came to an end, she lay there, completely exhausted and still exposed.
She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked the sticky substance off before laying on her side. She then looked down at her fingers,which were covered in her thick honey-like cum, and began kissing and licking them clean.
Reagan lay there, at moments like these she thought perhaps pregnancy wasn't so bad.
She heard a knock at the door.
