“I want to be her.”
That was all it took. I couldn’t explain it, but that’s all I needed to think to trigger this trick. Now I’m in this girl’s life, in control of her amazingly pregnant body until tomorrow.
This girl, who several months ago I thought was a simple and cute librarian-type. Soft features, a modest body, and always dressed conservatively. It’s how she managed to hide her growing belly for so long. But one day she finally dropped the act, walking in to class wearing yoga pants and a tight tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Since that day 5 months ago, her belly grew into a giant, tight, oblong triplets belly that you could only dream of.
A belly which now belonged to me for the night.
I somehow knew I had driven here, so I began walking to my car. Having never had a belly this big, walking took a moment to learn. The swing of my hips sent my belly in the other direction, perhaps imperceptible to an onlooker but feeling like a heavy pendulum to me. Walking was like a juggling act, containing a suspended belly between consecutive steps. I understood why pregnant women leaned backwards with one hand on the small of their back and the other placed near their belly button to keep steady.
As I made it to the parking garage elevator, I realized how every step sent a subtle reverberation through my body, to the very tip of my belly and back up again. Standing there, I had a moment to concentrate on the mass in front of me. There was one heavy bulge deep in the bottom of my pelvis, stuck between my hips. That is definitely the cause of my swinging hips. I traced the underside of my belly with my hands, gliding along the fairly steep angle at the base of my belly. Pulling my shirt up, the top of my belly was very firm to the touch, with a few veins showing under otherwise unrealistically perfect skin. With eyes following my open hands down the sides of my belly, I could see just a few stretch marks, and there was a lot more give to my skin. Grabbing this part of my belly more firmly, I could bounce my belly up and down, feeling the weight deep at the end of my belly almost swinging around.
I blushed as the door opened and someone was standing there watching me. I nearly jumped out, not even bothering to cover my belly which was now threatening my balance.
I made it to my car and wondered how I could possibly drive. The seat was all the way back and the steering wheel was pulled out and pushed high. Sliding in the wheel brushed up against me. Spreading my legs, my belly came to rest on the seat, making a little more room.
During the short drive I could feel kicks and movement. It made me realize how badly I needed to pee. After pulling in to the garage I rushed quickly in to my temporary home and to the bathroom, hands propped on a table and wall to slowly lower down on the seat.
Once finished I walked back to the living room and leaned against the back of the couch. Time to fully enjoy this, I thought to myself. I stripped right there and admired my tall body in the mirror. Just as I remembered in a previous life, my long, toned legs still looked fabulous. Even though my hips were spread a bit more, my legs looked almost comical in how they supported my immense torso.
Turning to the side, I could see just how much my heavily pregnant belly protruded straight out in front of me. Hanging above them were breasts more perfect than I could have dreamed of, clearly grown and swelled with milk but still as pert and perky as those of a girl years younger. When comfortably leaned back they somewhat flattened and spread out across my chest, but when I stood as straight up as possible, they hung over my breasts like overfilled, picturesque raindrops.
I tried to walk like this to my bedroom, very slowly, mindful of how freely my belly and breasts moved without me trying to contain them…
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I both hate and love the way I write so let me know what you think. I'd like to continue this and could even be open to suggestions. The next part will be a lot more explicit and NSFW if I can figure out a way to write it that I like. But it could be days before another installment. Thanks for reading.
That was all it took. I couldn’t explain it, but that’s all I needed to think to trigger this trick. Now I’m in this girl’s life, in control of her amazingly pregnant body until tomorrow.
This girl, who several months ago I thought was a simple and cute librarian-type. Soft features, a modest body, and always dressed conservatively. It’s how she managed to hide her growing belly for so long. But one day she finally dropped the act, walking in to class wearing yoga pants and a tight tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Since that day 5 months ago, her belly grew into a giant, tight, oblong triplets belly that you could only dream of.
A belly which now belonged to me for the night.
I somehow knew I had driven here, so I began walking to my car. Having never had a belly this big, walking took a moment to learn. The swing of my hips sent my belly in the other direction, perhaps imperceptible to an onlooker but feeling like a heavy pendulum to me. Walking was like a juggling act, containing a suspended belly between consecutive steps. I understood why pregnant women leaned backwards with one hand on the small of their back and the other placed near their belly button to keep steady.
As I made it to the parking garage elevator, I realized how every step sent a subtle reverberation through my body, to the very tip of my belly and back up again. Standing there, I had a moment to concentrate on the mass in front of me. There was one heavy bulge deep in the bottom of my pelvis, stuck between my hips. That is definitely the cause of my swinging hips. I traced the underside of my belly with my hands, gliding along the fairly steep angle at the base of my belly. Pulling my shirt up, the top of my belly was very firm to the touch, with a few veins showing under otherwise unrealistically perfect skin. With eyes following my open hands down the sides of my belly, I could see just a few stretch marks, and there was a lot more give to my skin. Grabbing this part of my belly more firmly, I could bounce my belly up and down, feeling the weight deep at the end of my belly almost swinging around.
I blushed as the door opened and someone was standing there watching me. I nearly jumped out, not even bothering to cover my belly which was now threatening my balance.
I made it to my car and wondered how I could possibly drive. The seat was all the way back and the steering wheel was pulled out and pushed high. Sliding in the wheel brushed up against me. Spreading my legs, my belly came to rest on the seat, making a little more room.
During the short drive I could feel kicks and movement. It made me realize how badly I needed to pee. After pulling in to the garage I rushed quickly in to my temporary home and to the bathroom, hands propped on a table and wall to slowly lower down on the seat.
Once finished I walked back to the living room and leaned against the back of the couch. Time to fully enjoy this, I thought to myself. I stripped right there and admired my tall body in the mirror. Just as I remembered in a previous life, my long, toned legs still looked fabulous. Even though my hips were spread a bit more, my legs looked almost comical in how they supported my immense torso.
Turning to the side, I could see just how much my heavily pregnant belly protruded straight out in front of me. Hanging above them were breasts more perfect than I could have dreamed of, clearly grown and swelled with milk but still as pert and perky as those of a girl years younger. When comfortably leaned back they somewhat flattened and spread out across my chest, but when I stood as straight up as possible, they hung over my breasts like overfilled, picturesque raindrops.
I tried to walk like this to my bedroom, very slowly, mindful of how freely my belly and breasts moved without me trying to contain them…
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I both hate and love the way I write so let me know what you think. I'd like to continue this and could even be open to suggestions. The next part will be a lot more explicit and NSFW if I can figure out a way to write it that I like. But it could be days before another installment. Thanks for reading.
