Chapter 1 – Crazy idea


Hi, I am Debie. I am currently 36 weeks pregnant; my belly is huge and only thing bigger than it is my sex drive. But unfortunately, father of my baby left me, and no other man seems to be interested into me. There seem to be men attracted by my boobs. It is not surprising since my originally D sized firm breasts have grown to E and are still firm and round as before. But once they notice my belly, they lose interest. This makes me crazy.

Since no better prospect is available, I am currently wasting my free time by looking at TikTok videos. For example, there is video of several months pregnant woman who can suck in her belly so much that it looks like she is not pregnant at all. It seems to be some type of trend. Let's see what it is about. It is called deflation challenge and lots of women in different stages pregnancy are trying it. For example, this one is really good. She is 40 weeks pregnant, belly approximately my size and she is able to suck in the belly so much that she looks just slightly plump, definitely not pregnant.

But wait, if it is possible to suck in the belly even in such late stage of pregnancy then why should I not be able to do it too. I was exercising before pregnancy and continue with yoga even now, so I should have strong abdominal muscles, so it should be possible for me. Let's try it. Hurry up to bathroom, to big mirror, one, two, three and here goes nothing. My belly starts deflating, and in few moments, I look just plump with round belly - at worst case early stages of pregnancy. If you would not be looking at the belly, then you will not notice it at all. And I have my big boobs to divert the attention I smile internally. But would it be possible to hold the belly sucked in long enough to get some bedroom action? It has to be. Let's try to see how long I will be able to hold on currently and how difficult it will be for me to move with sucked in belly.

I must say the strain on my belly muscles is pretty big, but manageable so far. Walking is surprisingly easier with sucked in belly – no shift of gravity center by big belly, just by the boobs ?. Let's try bending. It is really hard but if I will not need to bend too far then doable. Ok, so the main question is how long I will be able to hold. Keep sucking in the belly and think about some plan of action:

1. suck in belly and hold,
2. figure out way to keep the belly sucked in for as long as possible,
3. find and attract some nice guy.

Point one is done and still holding after 10 minutes, although I think I will be not able to hold much more. But no, if this would work then I need to hold much longer so no giving up. Apparently, I need to train my belly muscles to hold. So, since now I will keep sucking in belly and holding in all the time. This should help me to keep going for long enough to be laid. But what about some wardrobe accessories which will help me? Most probably I will be going out and if I wear tight clothes, they will help me to keep the belly in. Yes, and I know exactly what I will wear. I have very nice dress with firm corset like belly section which will be perfect to keep my belly in check. Where is it? I should hurry up to find and try it. My belly muscles are about to give up and the belly seems to be creeping back to the round sphere it used to be currently. What time is it? 15 minutes? It is pretty good considering I am trying it for the first time, but definitely not long enough. But ok, let the belly rest for short time to not over train at the beginning and then back to sucking in.

Waddle to the wardrobe, search for the dress and 10 minutes later I am ready to try it. Here goes nothing. Hands up, dress overhead, now breasts and first problem. The grown breasts do not want to cooperate. They seem to be too big, but after some convincing the dress goes over them. Looks like my prey will have spectacular view on my cleavage. But it is for the better, I think. Now the belly. It had some time to rest, so let's try sucking in again. Hissing sound playing in my head and my belly looks to be deflating and shortly it is back to plump roundness. Now for the dress. Slowly going down, compressing the belly from outside event more than I can suck in and voila, the belly is almost gone. One look in the mirror and it is confirmed. I look thick around the belly, but majority of the volume of the belly is hidden, my breasts are puffed out even more since the baby has moved up. I look like hot busty babe again and definitely not pregnant one. I must admit the pressure from the dress is not comfortable at all, I cannot breathe too deeply since my lungs do not have enough space, but it is not anything I will complain about if it will help me to get laid.

Now last part of the plan, find some guy (or maybe more?) so this is worth it. Where is my phone, I definitely need to take photo of myself and then I can use it on tinder to attract some wanted attention. Ah, over there on the night table. So now train nice sexy walking, get the phone and … wtf? I can hardly bend. It is worse than just sucking in the belly. But I have to overcome it. Such minor nuisance will not prevent my so much wanted release of sexual frustration. Here goes nothing, bend and do not give up how difficult it is. Since now, behave like there is someone watching, and you cannot let him know that you are pregnant. Now this was uncomfortable, but I have the phone. Back to mirror, arrange yourself to accentuate your big boobs and you have perfect photo for tinder. Sit down for a while, again with difficulty, but hopefully without showing it, and create new profile on tinder and upload the photo. Done. Now look for some prey. 

An hour later and I have three candidates. Scheduled date with them for next week, belly still holding in thanks to the dress, so everything looks promising. I must admit with time the pressure on my belly from the dress is growing less and less comfortable, but it will not prevent me from my goal. Now I should also train the important part – taking the dress off without letting go the real size of my belly. So, keep belly in, get up, do not give up how difficult it is, suck belly in as much as possible, take dress of, keep belly in and try how long I will be able to hold. What should I do to distract myself? Right, it is time for dinner. So, go to fridge, keep normal non-pregnant walk and belly sucked in, take lasagna which I have prepared, keep belly sucked in, put lasagna to microwave and heat them, keep belly sucked in, sit down and start eating, keep belly sucked in. Now I am hungry but the sucked in belly does not give me space in stomach, so I have to eat slowly, and I feel stuffed after short while. But I cannot give up, I have to be able to pretend to be non-pregnant in all situations. So, I slowly but surely finished my food despite the stuffed feeling and then I could not hold any more and let my belly inflate back to its full size. Quick check of time shows hour with the dress plus 15 minutes without. This is good for beginning but not good enough for some bedroom action I am planning for next week. But I believe I will be able to train enough during next week to be able to hold much longer. And maybe think about some sexy corset under the dress which will remain on me even during the sex? Yes, this is definitely good idea. I doubt I will be able to hold the belly in during orgasm. But I should train this too I assume. I think my toys will have hard training week ?. I simply must condition myself to keep the belly in, independently on what is happening.

Chapter 2 – Preparations


After three days of hard training, I can hold the belly in about 20 minutes without clothes and almost indefinitely with the corset like dress. I got so used to sucking the belly in that I can behave like I am not pregnant at all. At least, I hope. But the hard part is to keep the belly in during orgasm. I am not able to do it, despite intensive training with my toys. I got too distracted I assume.

The fleeting idea of sexy corset was solidifying in my head over previous days. And today is time to buy it. I know exactly where I find some. It is small shop relatively close from my home, just short walk through park and I am there. And what better opportunity to test if I am able to hide my belly in the wild outside world. But what will I wear? I am currently just in panties and bra, no clothes to help keeping my belly sucked in and ruin the training. Let's go with miniskirt and button up blouse. The blouse should be able to hide remaining roundness of my belly and the miniskirt will help keep it in check. Anyway, the shop I am going to is few minutes' walk from here so I should be able to make it there with sucked in belly even without help.

First the miniskirt, it is of course at very bottom of the wardrobe, so bend over. I am already trained to not bend over belly but bend in hips. This also makes my butt stick out, so it has another benefit except not disturbing my belly. Now the blouse and put them on. I have belly sucked in for about 18 minutes, so I am feeling pretty big strain and I will have to let the belly rest for a while. But let's try to put on the clothes before letting the belly muscles rest. First put on the miniskirt. Again, bend on hips, put legs to the opening, take it up. Hm, it is really tight on my but, but after brief struggle I have it up. Now the button. Belly is slowly creeping out already so there is about 10 cm space. Let's try to lie down, it usually helps to flatten belly. Last attempt to suck in belly more and by pure willpower the button is fastened.

Running out of power I let the belly rest. Ouch, this is really uncomfortable. The miniskirt is cutting to my belly. The belly is trying to burst it, but the button is holding by some miracle, so the belly is relatively flat on bottom, but bulging over the miniskirt on top. Fortunately, the miniskirt has high waist, so it keeps the belly in check – somehow. I carefully get up from lying position and the difference is even more pronounced, but everything holds together. Now the blouse, it is button up one and not too tight from the beginning. The buttons over the breasts are straining a bit so I left few top open. It will show nice cleavage and will be more convenient than showing gaps between buttons. But buttons over the belly are problem. Even though the miniskirt does not let the belly expand fully, the buttons do not want to close. I had some rest so back to sucking in the belly. It significantly lessens the strain on the miniskirt and allows me to button up the blouse. Thanks to big breasts lifting the blouse in the front, the belly is completely hidden. No one would notice that I am pregnant.

Pick up keys and purse, swift walk through the park (I noticed lots of man heads turned to me, probably thanks to my big breasts bursting through the blouse) and I am in the shop. The strain on my belly starts growing really uncomfortable so I quickly select few different variants of sexy corsets and quickly go to fitting room. But I didn't fail to notice the shop was empty with young handsome clerk behind the cash desk. I wonder why there is not a woman? Shops with woman clothes are usually attended by women. Anyway, in the fitting room, I snapped open the button of the miniskirt, rolled the blouse up, below the breasts, and finally let the belly out without any restrictions. I must say that one was close.  Now let's look more closely at what corsets I have selected. I have three different options, all of them designed to keep fat belly in check but without any breast support part. I do not think my breasts need any added support. They are firm and standing proudly from my chest by themselves. They seem to be bigger and firmer today than usual, but I am most probably just seeing things. It is not possible for breasts to grow bigger overnight. Right?

First corset is standard design with lacing in the back, second one with lacing on both sides to make easier to tighten it without help and last on is tube made of stretchy material with small hooks on the side, designed to be stretched during putting on and then compress all excess belly to make trim waist. But will it be able to handle my pregnant belly? We will see. Let’s start with the stretchy one. First wrap it around belly, stretch it and … No, it will not work. The belly is in the way. So, suck the belly in and it is better. I am able to stretch it over belly and fasten the small hooks to tighten it even more. Look into the mirror, I appear to be just plump. The corset evens my belly, so I am just thick without any visible sign of roundness. Now try to let the belly out. It begins swelling but significantly less than expected. I appear to be at end of first trimester with really round belly. And it is surprisingly comfortable too. I will take this one even if just for the support it gives my belly. But for now, take it down and try the one with side laces.

Put it on, I even do not need to suck in the belly, the laces are long enough. Then start tightening it. It has clever system which allows it to tighten gradually even against pressure caused by the belly. But for now, I suck in the belly to speed it up. Tighten the corset to hug the belly and then some. It would be possible to continue but it is not needed for the test. Mirror shows again just plump belly and when I stop sucking in, there is no change. The corset is made of firm material without any room for stretching. It does not allow my belly to expand. This is just perfect. Only disadvantage is the ends of laces. It is possible to untie them easily so my future lovers might free my belly accidentally. This would not be good.

And now the final corset. Again, it goes around the belly easily. But tightening it is hard. The access to the laces at back is not easy. It is apparently intended to be tightened with help. I will not use it most probably. But then mischievous idea crept to my mind.

“Hi, can you help me please?” I called for the clerk.

“Yes madam, any problem?”

“Can you come in and help me please?”

With a bit of hesitation, he entered. I saw his eyes widen. It is no surprise. It does not happen every day he is invited to small changing room where is half naked woman as voluptuous as me. Blouse tucked under huge breasts, miniskirt unfastened and holding up just because it is stretched over her ass and naked back with front of belly covered just by unfastened corset.

“I cannot reach to the laces, can you help me fasten them.” I played that I did not notice anything amiss. “I have to admit I gained a bit of weight recently and I need to put on specific clothes soon. Fortunately, majority of the weight went to my breasts and ass.” I teased a bit more. “The belly has grown just a bit. So, some nice corset should be able to get it in check and allow me to put the dress on.”

My talking let him to regain composure and he started tightening the laces. He was gentle and did not tighten them too much.

“How do you feel madam? Is it too tight?”

In reality, the corset was putting notable pressure on my sucked in pregnant belly, but decreased it size just slightly. I decided to take it a bit further.

“I am feeling good, but I expected the belly would be much smaller with the corset. Can you tighten it more? I expected it would make me thin again.”

“As you wish. But tell me if it is too uncomfortable. Compressing belly will press your belly content up and take space needed for your lungs. It may cause you problems with breathing if overdone. But we have compressed your belly just slightly so it should be good.”

If you just know how much is the belly already compressed… I thought.

Honestly, I have run out of space just by sucking in the belly. I was saved by stretching my breastbone as much as possible – thrusting my already big breasts even further forward. But I was curious how much more I could go, so I decided to press further.

“I have still plenty space. Tighten it as much as possible.”

“Ok, just tell me if it starts getting uncomfortable.”

“I will.”

The sucked in belly will not start getting uncomfortable since it already is. So, if I say nothing I will not be lying, right?

The clerk started tightening. This time he put significant effort into it. I felt the pressure on my belly building from top. There was no space, but still the belly started to get thinner. Moving all content to bottom where the corset was not tightened yet. The comparison between upper flat part of belly and swell on bottom was startling. I cannot get the pressure anymore and was forced to stop sucking in the belly in futile attempt to relieve the pressure. Fortunately, the upper part of corset which was already tightened, was enough to not let the belly fully expand. So, the clerk did not notice and continued tightening. The pressure was increasing, no space for belly to go, I was freaking internally. But the belly was getting flat and trim again, so I endured and showed nothing. When I thought I would not take anymore, there was one last pull, and it was done.

It was hard to breathe, there was simply not enough room to expand the lungs. I wanted to give up and reached back to release the laces. What I did not realize was how small space was in the changing room and how close to me the clerk was standing. Before touching the laces, I have touched something other, something big, warm and firm. Quick glance to mirror confirmed it, the clerks pants are bulging and in danger of bursting. We were both frozen, both of us afraid to make the first move.

But it was too long without any affection for me. I decided and turned around, not releasing the touch in the process. My breasts brushed against him and in next moment I kissed him which he happily reciprocated. If I would be not breathing heavily from the corset already, I would start now due to lust. Our bodies melted together, my breasts squashed against him. The pressure caused strange feeling in my breasts, and I realized, my nipples are wet. I have started lactating.

Before I fully realized what it meant, I heard ringing of the shop doorbell. It has broken us from our impromptu make out session. The clerk has left so that we are not caught fooling around as horny teenagers. I, still feeling the incredible pressure caused by corset, reached to the laces to release my compressed belly and be able to breathe normally again. But I stopped myself just before releasing the belly. I realized that if I release the belly now, I will not be able to button the miniskirt. And going out bursting from my clothes is not good idea. I have to endure the corset at least till I get home. I should be able to do it, despite how much pressure it is causing and how hard it is to breathe.

I fastened the miniskirt over the corset. It had even spare space and was holding on to me just thanks to my booty holding it in place. I pulled the skirt back down and the mirror is showing slim beauty with beasts bursting from her top, instead of usual pregnant ball bursting out of all clothes. Only thing breaking the image is slight wet spots on my breasts. But fortunately, they are not too much visible.

I left the changing room, paid for the corsets and left the shop. The clerk was unfortunately occupied by the other customer, so we exchanged just polite smiles. I wanted to go quickly home, but it is easier said than done. My intensities were so compressed that even slow walk left me out of breath, and I had to stop and rest every few dozen of meters. On the positive side, I saw quite a lot of men to turn to take look at me. It gave me enough morale boost to make it home without releasing the corset in public. But I was seriously considering it. Once home, I finally pulled on the lace, the knot untied, and my belly burst free swelling to full size in mere seconds. I finally took deep breath and just enjoyed the simple fact that I can breathe freely.

When I recuperated, I focused on the new problem, specifically my lactating breasts. Quick search on the internet has shown that I am one of the lucky women who start lactating early. I did not feel like going out again, so I ordered a breast pump online. I ordered also brand new cream which was supposed to tighten ducts in nipples to prevent unwanted leaking and hoped it will work.

Chapter 3 – Date day


Next few days were spent by training my belly muscles and milking my breasts. Yes, you hear right. My breasts started producing milk big way. If I do not milk them every few hours, they get firm and swollen – full of milk. I even tried the cream, and it worked like charm. Despite my breasts being full and leaking, once I applied little of the cream, the milk stopped dripping almost immediately and I was not able to get them to release any milk for next two hours. When the cream finally stopped working, my breasts were firm round balls full of milk, standing proudly from my chest. I must admit, they were a bit painful to the touch and when I finally emptied them, I got liter of milk from each.

Hopefully all this will get to pay for itself today. The three dates I scheduled week ago will happen today. Unfortunately, all three men are just passing through town and today is the only day they can meet me. So, I have scheduled late breakfast, lunch and early dinner for today. If everything goes well, I will have more than just food today. First date is scheduled to start in an hour. Right now, I am sitting home in underwear, letting belly fully out so as to rest before the show. Almost everything is ready, makeup on, corset and sexy dress ready. I am just finishing pumping milk from my breasts. Now just use the cream to prevent leaking when the breasts get full again and put the corset and dress on. I have chosen the stretchy corset for the first date. It is most comfortable one and it should be enough to keep my belly in check.

Sometime later, I am sitting in hotel restaurant, eating hearty breakfast and talking with handsome man. He is funny, he is handsome and most importantly his eyes are glued to me. I feel sexy again. One thing leads to another, and we end up in his hotel room, kissing like horny teenagers. My dress disappears, same with the bra and panties. When he wants to take off my corset, I move his hands to my breasts, and he forgets the corset. Then I am falling back on bed and after months of celibate, I feel again man entering my private parts. What a heavenly feeling. It does not take long, and we both explode in orgasm. When I got back my bearings, I realized my belly exploded too. Fortunately, corset holds it relatively small, so he did not notice anything yet. I suck the belly in, and the belly disappears once more. We both need to leave soon afterwards. He to catch plane and me to go quickly home, change clothes and to next date. We tell farewell and soon I am home, grinning like crazy when I remember what just happened. But I cannot waste time. I decided to change corset to the one with laces on the side. I do not want another accident with expanding belly and this one is firm enough to keep it flat even though I am not able to focus on sucking in. My breasts are getting full so I tried to pump some milk out, but the cream is still preventing any leakage so I cannot. But to be sure, I apply the cream again to prevent accidental milk release. Put another dress on and go for lunch.

The scenario repeated itself. The date was ogling me when I was eating. I must admit the compressed belly and earlier breakfast did not left too much room for lunch, but I managed to eat it without letting out that I am pretty stuffed afterwards. But the belly was not only thing filling during the lunch. The missed milking left my breasts full, and they got fuller and fuller over the time. I do not think my date noticed it, but I surely did. It was not any emergency yet, but I could feel the pressure building. I hope I will be able to empty them later. 

Once more I went to hotel room with handsome man, clothes disappear, I do guard the corset, but I do not have too much. The man is apparently focused on my breasts, he cannot keep his hands off them. He is kissing the firm swollen spheres of my breasts, sucking the nipples and playing with them all the time. This time I will be on top, I decided. I told him to lie down, his member was fully ready for me. I adjusted a bit and then I felt him to enter me. I will not go to the details, but I must say I was fully satisfied when I left his hotel room. And the corset did its work perfectly, it did not allow my belly to expand at all so my secret was safe.

I am home once more, pleasantly tired and have some time so I decided to rest for a while. I was a bit worried my breasts still cannot be milked. The effect of the cream did not wear yet. The breasts are significantly swollen now, I can feel the pressure building and they ache a bit when I press on them. Since I cannot do anything to empty them, I applied more cream to prevent accidental milk release. I will have to cope with the consequences later. I put on the corset and another fancy dress and left for early dinner. Fortunately, the lunch was digested at least partially so I was able to eat the dinner although it left me stuffed afterwards. I do not think I would be able to suck in the belly without the corset now. My breasts were filling with milk over the time too. At the end of dinner, I felt they were painfully full. The date did not help much. Although he looked good, his personality was pretty boring. He kept talking about his business which I did not care of. I hoped he would be good in bed at least. We left the restaurant and went to the hotel room. Once we entered, he pressed me against the wall, putting painful pressure on my swollen breasts and stuffed belly. He started kissing me and I played along although I did not like his approach too much. Then he removed my dress over my head and returned to pinning me against wall and kissing me. He groped my ass in the process and before I realized what is happening, he untucked the laces of my corset. Since I did not expected it, my belly exploded to its full state, even more swollen due to how stuffed I was after dinner. It pushed him from me, and he almost lost balance.

“Your belly, what, how? You are pregnant?” He stared shocked on me.

“I ….” I tried to come up with explanation, but he did not let me finish.

“I do not care. I do not want to have anything to do with gross pregnant whore. Get out of here.”

I was shocked by his behavior. I did expect he wouldn’t like my belly, but this? Anyway, I did not even try to say anything more and started tightening the corset back so as I can put the dress over it. There was no way I would be able to put it over my belly if it was in its full glory. He looked at me for a while, but then lost patience, took the laces from me and tightened the corset himself. He tightened it much more than I would have, but I did not say anything, put the dress on and left. I simply did not want to cope with him anymore. I must say I was not feeling too well. A stuffed pregnant belly constricted by too tight corset, breasts painfully full of milk and finally the emotional state caused by his rude reaction. I was on verge of crying. My emotional state did not let me to focus on surrounding streets too much. I was just walking in general direction to my home.

It is no surprise that during turning around a corner I bumped into someone. But more precisely my swollen painfully full breasts bumped into someone. The sudden pressure caused me to yelp with pain.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” asked the handsome young clerk from the shop I bought corsets from.

Wait, the clerk? What is he doing here? But then I realized, I stand just at the street with the shop.

“I was just surprised. I am fine.” I hid lingering pain in my breasts.

“I am glad I did not hurt you.” He smiled and then continued a bit uncertainly. “I wonder, when we last saw each other, I did not have opportunity to properly say goodbye and maybe ask you if you would like to go for coffee with me. Would it be too much from me to invite you for dinner today? It is getting late, and I suppose you would be hungry by now.”

I was surprised and hesitated a bit. On one side I am stuffed already from the recent dinner and uncomfortably tight corset. Plus, my breasts are bursting with milk which is a bit painful too. On the other hand, he is really nice and can kiss really good. What to do?

“It is probably too much to ask from someone who I barely know.” He noticed my hesitation and backed away.

It pushed me to decide.

“Not at all. I can use good dinner in good company.” OMG. Did I just implied that I am hungry? Where will I put the food?

“Good. I am just going to nearby restaurant. They cook very good pasta. Would you join me?”

We walked two blocks to small restaurant, chatting during the walk and I was thinking how to avoid eating too much and bursting in the process. Best solution I came up with is to order something small. I tried to follow the plan, but the restaurant did not cooperate. The serving I got was plainly huge. I could not come up with good excuse, so I started eating. The food was really good fortunately, but my already full stomach and belly constricted by corset did not leave too much space. Each mouthful was filling my belly more and more, eating up space which I do not have. Internally struggling, externally showing nothing, I was able to eat it all. Last few mouthfuls were really hard, but I did it and ended up completely stuffed. I had to focus on breathing normally instead of shallow breaths which my lack of space was demanding.

At the same time, I was growing worried about state of my breasts. After whole day without milking, they are painfully full of milk. I feel the pressure from inside, when I glance down, I see they are visibly swollen and when I accidentally touch them by my arms, I feel they are hard balls ready to burst. My fantasy provided me with image of overfilled balloons which are still being filled. Worst thing is that it is very close to reality. The breasts are still producing the milk even though they are painfully overfilled. And the damn cream will not let me empty them for the next few hours I assume. 

In the meantime, I got to know the clerk better. His name is Dan, and he is not employee of the shop. He is the owner who was temporarily taking care of the shop himself. Despite my growing physical discomfort, it was fun to talk with him and when we finished eating, we kept talking for another hour. This allowed my stomach to process the food at least partially and left me able breath normally again. He even asked me for phone number before leaving the restaurant and walked me to doors of my house. One thing led to another and when he wanted to kiss me slightly to say goodbye, I came to decision and pulled him for real kiss. He then took advantage of the situation and pulled me to himself. It has put pressure on my already bursting breasts, resulting in painful sensation. I did not want to destroy the moment, so I endured it and did not show how painful it was. But as soon as possible, I broke the kiss and led him inside, heading directly to bedroom. He walked behind me and once we entered the bedroom, he caught me from behind, hand around my belly, pushing my ass to his hard member and started kissing my neck. It was really good feeling so when he took my dress and pulled it up, I happily cooperated. I ended with my hands up, throwing the dress away and he took the opportunity to untie my bra which was digging painfully to my swollen breasts. He tossed it aside and then used his hands to hold my breasts. It has put slightly painful pressure to them but nothing serious. I looked at myself and I was surprised how my breasts looked. They appeared to be significantly bigger than usual and were perfectly round. The nipples were swollen from the pressure behind them and were pointing slightly to the sides. The breasts were simply so full of milk that they defied gravity and were so big that they fought for the space on my chests causing them to press to each other.

He started to massage my breasts which put too much pressure on my overfilled balloons. To distract him, I told him to strip and lie down. Then I got on top and leaned forward and started kissing him passionately. He embraced me and caressed my ass. This way I could control amount of pressure put on my breasts. Although I cannot avoid it fully since my breasts were simply too big to kiss him properly without pressing my breasts to him. But the passion washing over me allowed me to ignore the pain and maybe the pain even fueled the passion a bit. I was so lost in the feelings that I did not notice his hands moving to my sides and releasing the laces. But once he expertly released them my belly exploded to its full size. As my belly expanded it moved my body up. I lost balance, my legs lost contact with bed, and I ended leaning on my hands, pressing full weight of my belly and breasts to him.

I was scared and struggled to move myself from him, but he did not allow me. He embraced me and asked.

“You are pregnant? How is it possible? You did not look pregnant at all few moments ago?”

I had no other choice but to start explaining: “Everyone looked at me as on someone ugly. I wanted to feel beautiful again. I have found out I can suck my belly in to a degree where I look just plump. And using corset to compress it a little more I looked thin again. I will understand if you do not want to have anything with ugly pregnant woman anymore.”

"Do not say you are ugly. You are really beautiful. And the belly makes you even more beautiful.” He replied.

I did not believe it at first but when I felt his hard member poking to my belly I uncertainly asked: “Really? You are not grossed out by the belly?”

“On the contrary, I think pregnant women are even more beautiful. Please get up and let me take a look.”

I at first did not believe my ears but complied anyway. I got up and slowly turned around.

“See, I am heavily pregnant, my breasts are bursting with milk, which man would like it?” I asked a bit defensively.

“I certainly would. You are beautiful. You were beautiful without the belly but now you look even better.” I heard his surprising words.

“You really think this? Where have you been in the last few months?” I asked cheerfully. “Now come on, you need to prove it to me.”

And he did. He got up from bed, came to me and started kissing me on neck, continuing down to my breasts, sucked on my nipples and going slowly down to my belly. He ended up sucking my belly button which sensation caused me to lose my mind and I exploded in orgasm. He noticed it and held me up till I recovered, otherwise I would have fallen down.

“Oh my god, that was incredible. Now come to me. I need to take care of you.”

I sat down on edge of the bed and started slowly stroking his hard member. Then I decided he needs reward for taking so good care of me and I leaned a bit forward and enveloped his member by my breasts. Due to their fullness I needed to part them by my hands to allow access, but then they held him by themselves. He started moving slowly and I licked tip of his member every time it showed up. I even pushed a bit on sides of my breasts to keep him in check. It was a bit painful due to their fullness, but it was definitely worth it. When I saw he was ready to explode I stopped him and leaned back. I have ended up lying on the bed, my belly and breasts projecting up from my body, completely defying gravity.

“Come to me, I want you to take me missionary stile.” And then I started sucking in the belly.

He looked with awe at how my belly slowly disappeared. In the end my belly was just slightly round compared to its original size. It made my breasts stand out even more. I again marveled on their size and shape. They were so full of milk that they looked like overinflated round balls completely ignoring gravity. I tried to poke them by finger, but they did not give at all, hard as rock. I was taken out from the observation by Dan.

“You are incredible. I still do not understand how your belly can disappear so easily. And your breasts, they are … I do not know how to describe them. But why are they so hard? Is it milk? But why are they not leaking?”

“My belly – it is just strong abdominal muscles, I think. And the breasts – they are simply bursting with milk. I used cream which closes milk ducts, and I overdid it. I missed milking several times today. The pressure is almost unbearable, but there is nothing I can do till the effect wears off. Anyway, enough talking and more loving.” I smiled at him. “Do not let me wait or I will think you do not find me attractive.”

He did not need to be told twice. In mere moments, he leaned over me and started kissing my belly, slowly moving up. He stayed at my breasts for quite a time. I can tell he is fascinated by them. Then he continued up and started kissing me on my mouth. Now I was so wild with lust that I did not care about the pressure he caused on my breasts. The pain even caused added thrill for me. Then he adjusted slightly, and I felt him enter me. He started moving and with each thrust our bellies collided. Even with sucking in with all my might, my belly was not even close to being flat. The collisions were unexpected thrill for me, so I decided to try something. I slowly released my muscles and my belly started growing. In the end he was fully propped up by my belly and each thrust pushed on it by significant force. It was strange but strongly pleasurable sensation which pushed me over the edge. But just before losing control I felt him explode too. I was no longer able to control my belly and it exploded to its full size pushing him up. He did not expect it, so he ended up lying on my belly with his full weight.

Chapter 4 – Can you handle it?

Sometime later, we were lying in bed and cuddling together. I was on my side and Dan was spooning me from behind. His free hand was alternating stroking my belly and caressing my breasts. Although he apparently likes my belly, I noticed he likes my breasts even more. My breasts continued to slowly swell over time. If I thought they were rock hard before, they are even harder now. They look like two overinflated balls attached to my chest. Even when I am completely still, I can feel dull pain emanating from them. And when even slight pressure is applied by Dan’s caressing hand, it sends painful sensation. I would expect the pain would be unbearable at this point, but strangely it causes me to get excited, making me ready to go again. And based on the Dan’s member poking my behind, he is ready too.

I slowly turned around, needing to support my belly a breasts by my hands, got to all fours and got on top of Dan, ticking him with the tips of my nipples in the process. Then I dropped my full weight on him, pushing my belly into his and squashing my breasts a little too, sending painful and arousing sensation at the same time. Then I pivoted around the belly a bit and sat on top of him, allowing his member to penetrate me in the process. Then we made slow and passionate love, with me on top. His hands not leaving my breasts the whole time.

“I see you really like my breasts,” I moaned. “Look at them, did you ever see such huge boobs? They are bursting with milk, the pressure is increasing, and the milk has nowhere to go. Do you think the cream wears off or will they burst first? Can you imagine what they would look in few hours if I would not empty them?” I teased him. This tipped him over the edge, and he shot his load into me. He lost control and squeezed my breasts painfully. I do not know why, but the pain changed to pleasure somehow, and I exploded too.

While later, I was still sitting on Dan, he was idly caressing me and started talking.

“I know you were just teasing me, but I would love to see your breasts to fill even more. I have never seen breasts so full of milk and I wonder how would they look after next few hours without milking. Would you do it for me? Do you think you would be able to handle it?”

My thoughts stopped. Does he really ask me to go without milking even longer? The idea was terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“I really do not know. Look at my breasts. They are plainly huge. I am afraid they will burst if I press something sharp to them. …….. But at the same time, the idea is exciting. I would like to try, but I am afraid I will not make it. I really do not know.“

“Is there anything I can do to convince you to try?”

And with these words he expertly started massaging my breasts, putting just the right amount of pressure to cause slight pain. The sensation was so arousing that I forgot common sense.

“Ok, I will apply one more dose of the cream.” I moaned, wild by lust. “But make sure you keep me distracted if the pain from breasts would be too much.” And before I can change my mind I went for the cream and let him apply it to my nipples. In the heat of moment, I did not notice he applied several times more of the cream than I use usually.

Over the next few hours, my breasts were slowly swelling, the pressure building, the milk still produced but without way to be released. Surprisingly the pain was not growing too much, although there was constant aching sensation and when I moved too fast, they bounced to each other and caused waves of pain and pleasure. The time when the cream usually wears off came and left, but I was not afraid. Dan kept pleasuring me, so I did not look at time too much. But when I noticed it is already midnight, and the cream should wear off about two hours ago, I got worried. I made Dan to look at the cream instructions for explanation and we found out the amount of used cream is directly proportional to the amount of time its effect needs to wear off. When we compared recommended dosage with the amount of cream Dan used, my eyes bulged from their sockets. By accident he used enough cream to keep my milk ducts sealed till late morning tomorrow. I was horrified but at the same time strangely excited by the thought of how would my breasts look then. For Dan, the idea was so exciting he pushed me back from sitting at the edge of the bed to lying on my back, spread my knees and started me fucking wildly. I was not able to do anything, my belly towering over me and shaking wildly, my breasts colliding with each other and my belly. I could only to catch the breasts by my hands to prevent painful movements and enjoy the wild ride.

We were so tired afterwards that we went to sleep, cuddling together. I woke up next morning on my side and I was greeted by sight I am not used to. Usually, I see my belly first thing in the morning, but today it was not there. Single hill was replaced by two ones. My breasts have grown over the night so much that they completely obscured my vision. They sit as two overinflated basketballs pushed up to my face by the belly. I feel the dull pain emanating from the pressure inside. I did not feel the belly pressing to them, but instead I felt them to press against the belly and winning. Small bumps were formed over their surface, probably places where the milk is located. I was scared that if I put too much pressure to them, they would burst. So, I did only thing I could think of.

“Dan, wake up,” I called.

“What is going on? ..... Oh my god. Is it real? Your breasts are huge.”

“I know. Do something. I am afraid they will burst”.

He slowly moved his hand and touched the breasts, very carefully applying slight pressure. The breasts did not give at all.

“I do not think they will burst. But I would recommend to avoid sharp edges. They are really hard. There is no give even if I push.” He increased the pressure sending mix of pain and pleasure to me. He got up and extended his hand to me. “Here, try get up.”

With his help I slowly and carefully got up from the bed. I had to lean back more than usual since the breasts threw off my center of gravity more than simply the belly itself. My belly dropped a little by the gravity, but the breasts did not. They sat firmly on my chest, nipples pointing slightly up since I was leaning back.

“Let’s move to bathroom. I want to see them by myself.” I decided.

We moved carefully to the bathroom. Dan helped me avoid contact with all dangerous places like edges of the doors. After careful maneuvering I was standing before the mirror. Seeing myself was shocking. I was human with three balls attached in front. And I started having doubts that the belly is the biggest one. Slowly I moved my hands up and touched the breasts. There really was no give, they were hard as rock. I applied more pressure, nothing, slowly increasing the pressure and still no pain. Event strongly pushing to them did not change the feeling of dull pain. The pain receptors have given up and were not even sending pain signals anymore.

“Do you want see something hilarious?” I asked and started sucking in the belly. The belly slowly disappeared, and I looked like cartoon with exaggerated breasts. Then I noticed something in the mirror. “It seems my breasts are not the only thing which is about to burst here. What will we do with you?”  I turned, caught Dan’s rock hard penis and started stroking slowly. I led him to shower, still keeping the belly sucked in. Once inside I started the warm water and then started teasing Dan by slowly caressing him by my nipples. He just moaned by lust, unable to do anything other. Caught in the magic of the moment I pushed him to the wall and pressed myself against him. My breasts did not allow me the contact I wanted. They separated us like two unyielding balls. I released the belly, it expanded and perfectly filled the space between us, giving me the contact I needed.

Dan could not take it anymore. He made me to turn, lean forward against the wall and pressed himself into me from behind. He leaned forward, pressing himself to my back and held my breasts, teasing the nipples by his fingers. In the heat of the moment, he was not gentle at all and put significant pressure on my breasts. This was finally enough for them, and they exploded.

No, don’t be afraid. They did not burst. The cream finally wore off and my nipples started shooting milk with force of the internal pressure. It took good half an hour till they stopped shooting milk and were just dripping instead. They were still full of milk, round and firm, but they were not the rock hard overinflated balls anymore.

This definitely needs more. How big would her breasts be after a full day or two without milking?

This was a day without the milking. I do not promise anything, but I will try think something out for the continuation.