-It's getting ridiculous

You pull the fabric of your top, without effect. Before your pregnancy, you were as flat as a pancake. Today, things have changed. Weeks after weeks, you could have seen your belly button move away to prevent you from seeing your feet, but not only that. Mother Nature was finally generous, now that you were fulfilling yourself as a mother. She, who always had been stingy during your teenager years, now finally rewarded you from her fruits. First, small clementine. Then, two apricots that had grown to the size of apples, and now tender and fleshy pomelos. "Exciting”, you first said seeing this progression. “Frightening”, a few months later. “Ridiculous”, now, but still thrilling.

At the beginning, the cost of bras was awkward. Then, seeing that your body swelled everywhere, you decided to give up. Why continue to ruin you while your stomach and breasts were continuing to grow ? Especially since going out with the bare minimum was...nice. No : totaly exciting. The maternity clothes covered your belly pretty much, but were unable to hide the new shape of your heavy, pendulous breasts.

Your favorite pleasure was to go down to the park at the bottom of your building, with your husband. The more time passed, the more walking became a sexy nightmare. Getting some fresh air with tea, in this warm spring and with light clothes, in the evening, when there were not too many people, had became an arousing pleasure. His favorite move during your little excursions was to steal kisses, like when you were teenagers. Yours was being half lying on a bench and petting your way too expanded womb, with a cold wind to caress the tight skin of your belly and seep under your light dresses, until making your engorged with milk breasts chill.

It was another gift of mother Nature. A little annoying, but also very rewarding. Feeling the excess of milk pearls, feeling it taste and dropping on your huge belly, eyes closed, while caressing your baby, filled you with harmony and tranquility. For you, who had always been jealous of other women’s breasts, it was like a revenge on life. A revenge allowed thanks to the love of your husband and the child you were carrying. Feeling, from day to day, your chest coming to spread on your stomach, always growing, for hosting better this gift...Being able to slip your hand under this flesh heap, this proof of your fertility ; feeling its warmth fueling your whole body, in a cycle that ended only once you and your husband had covered your sheets of sweat, milk and your most intimate fluids...To think of it, it made you wanting to start again and hope that your next child would bring you the same pleasures.

Fortunately, your favorite top survived with difficulty. It already tightened you already when you were flat. But now, it became torture instrument. A nice comparison tool, sure, but a torture even so. Not a corset, but almost, and hardly exciting despite the visible difference between before and now. He who once stood upright on your body now leaned up, lifted by the three huge masses of flesh that stretched under your eyes - for your greatest joy.

-Honey ?

-Yes ?

Your husband walks into the room, a little surprised. You bite your thumb, a charming smile on your lips, and take your innocent little girl pose.

-Can you help me remove my clothes, please ? I think they're stuck.