I've been lurking on pregnancy forums for a very long time. I've read a lot of fiction. I figured giving writing a try. I wanted to write a story that would make me read want to read it over and over again.
I welcome feedback. Let me know if I screwed up. I write discontinuously. So there might be gaps or sentence fragments.
Enjoy!
Destiny Part 1
Rachel rustled around in her overstuffed purse looking for her keys. She pushed aside her gum, toiletries bag, wallet, and her brush.
“Arrrrghhhh,” she exclaimed. “All I want to do is find my damn keys. Where are they.”
What seemed like 3 minutes passed by when she realized she put them in the hideaway compartment while she was looking for her hair tie earlier.
Rachel opened up the door to her home, a modest 1970’s white 3 bedroom home in the middle of suburbia. Inside was a rather spartan livingroom. There was an old beat up brown corduroy couch opposite a bow window. The couch disgusted her. This was her new husband’s bachelorhood legacy furniture. While she tried to clean it, there were still stains from his clumsy eating and drinking. On the sides were the stubborn remnants of fur from the cat that his ex left him with a few year ago that just wouldn’t come off. On the center cushion was a tear. The only reason why it was visible was that there were two tears on the other side.
But after the day she had, it looked like a luxurious piece of furniture that could only be found in the penthouse suite of the Ritz-Carlton.
Rachel kicked off her sneakers, walked down the hall into the bedroom, carelessly tossed her purse in the corner, kicked off her boots, and flopped on the stripped down mattress that they had just purchased last week.
“AHHHHHhhhhhh.” The sigh of relief could have been heard from down the block.
“What a week, but thank God that’s over.” Rachel mumbled to herself.
Fortunately, she and her husband had next week off. They had decided to just spend the next week consummating the marriage. Since they didn’t have a lot of money, they decided to stay close. About 50 miles from their home was a beautiful bed and breakfast a couple of blocks from the beach that was recommended by their friends.
“Ok, time to get this vacation started.” Rachel pulled off her purple scrub top. It was a little tighter than it used to be.
“I know that women put on happy weight when they got married, but so soon?” She thought to herself
Underneath was a tight white long sleeve shirt that hugged her torso. She untied the knot and shimmied her scrub pants down to her ankles. She admired her 5’7’’, somewhat athletic, figure.
“I guess I should watch what I eat, but at least it’s going to the right spots” she thought as she turned to the side to look at the profile of her ass. Her black panites were cutting into upper thighs. As she took them off, she glanced at the label. Small.
“I guess I can live with mediums if it means more junk in my trunk,” as she spun to look at the other side. She slapped her ass and noticed that it was not as tight as it used to be.
Rachel pulled the white undershirt over her head revealing her most comfortable sports bra. At least it used to be the most comfortable. The grey bra looked a little frayed. I had lost some of its stretchiness. Like her panties, her bra was also a little tighter than it used to be.
She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the underside of her faithful garment and pulled it up. She felt her tits flop out of it’s confinement. Ignoring the boob sweat, she could feel the freedom overwhelm her torso. As she pulled it over her head, the elastic snagged one of her stands of her long dark brown hair
“Mmm,” she groaned as the follicle was ripped from her scalp. She balled it up and threw it at the hamper, except that it hit the front of it and landed right in front of it.
She opened the top drawer to her dresser and pulled out her white satin bra. She threw her arms through the straps and reached behind her to fasten the clasps. She grabbed the underwire and tucked her boobs into the cups. She could tell that it didn’t fit as well as it used to.
“Look at that, there’s a little bulge. And my tits are starting to spill over the cups."
Rachel reached into her top drawer again and pulled out some measuring tape. She wrapped it around herself just over the cups of her bra.
“34”
Then wiggling it down over her nipples, “37”
She slid it down her short torso to her waist, “26”
Then to her hips, “36”
Her suspicion was confirmed. She had put on some happy weight. Her B cup bras and her panties were having trouble containing her new girth.
"Maybe I should go for a run,” she pondered.
What she couldn’t ignore was her sore feet. “Nah. But I could use some wine to dull the ache.”
Rachel threw on her favorite t-shirt, a tight v-neck Pink shirt she picked up at Victoria’s Secret while in college. The fabric was cool to the touch with the feel of 300 thread count cotton sheets. The shirt showed off a little cleavage. She threw on some boy shorts which she wore when it was jungle hot outside.
She walked to the kitchen and reached up into one of the cupboards opposite the sink. She grabbed a bottle of rose and a glass, yanked the cork out, and sloppily poured it. She let out an audible sigh which just encapsulates the kind of day she just had.
After cleaning up her mess, she walked back into the living room and sat down on the cushion furthest from the TV. Rachel pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them almost underneath her. She took a sip of wine, placed the glass upon the ratty looking coffee table, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. All they could afford is basic cable, it was sports, comedy from the 70’s, or the news. Since they didn’t watch TV a lot, it didn’t make sense to have full cable, even if they could afford it.
Rachel hadn’t watched afternoon TV in nearly a month. Flipping through the channels she had stopped on Action 6 news. In front of her, she saw Alisha May giving the weather report. Mindy had been the afternoon meteorologist for nearly 6 years. Mindy sat in her chair wearing a long sleeve peach dress. Flowing black hair fell onto her shoulders. Once the segue talk ended, Mindy walked away from the camera toward the weather wall. She was built like a brick shithouse. She had calves of a runner, bulging out sideways, flexing with every step she took in her white 2 inch heels. Her little butt wiggled to keep her balance. As the camera zoomed in, Alisha turned around. Rachel’s “preggo radar” had gone off.
“Looks like someone got naughty not too long ago,” Rachel snickered to herself. Rachel saw the small bulge pushing out the middle of the dress. “She’s not going to be able to wear that much longer.”
Alisha walked back to the anchor desk. The two anchors, Alisha, and the traffic reporter, Jason Rollins kept up the banter about the sweltering heat. Jason’s wife was a patient of Rachel’s last week. Jason had to easily be 6’2’’. The anchors transitioned to talking about ovens being hot. That’s when Alisha announced her pregnancy with a campy bun in the over joke. The news team feigned their surprise. Everybody was giving each other hugs. Jason towered over Alisha. Alisha couldn’t have been more than 5’2’’ and 100 pounds soaking wet. Alisha announced the baby wasn’t due until around Valentine’s day. Rachel twitched her eyebrows with some intrigue. “She’s going to wearing bedsheets after Christmas.”
During the commercial, Rachel got up for a second glass when Tom rolled in. Bursting through the door, "YEEESSSSSS!!!!” echoed throughout the house. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his scrubs, and threw them on top of Rachel’s. He threw on a white t-shirt and a pair of black cargo shorts. Tom walked into the kitchen.
“Hi,” Rachel said with a upward inflection
"Hey babe,” Tom said with enthusiasm as he kept walking toward her. Tom and placed his hands over the sides of her face and gave her a short deep kiss. “We made it!”
Tom saw Rachel indulging in the freshly opened bottle, “Can I have a glass?”
“Sure.”
He reached up into the cupboard and pulled down a glass. Rachel filled it up for him.
“A toast to us and to next week.” Rachel said. Both raised their glasses and had a sip. Rachel walked back to the couch. Tom copped a feel of Rachel’s butt as she passed by. He followed closely behind. They both had a seat on the couch.
“So what’s the plan” Rachel asked.
“Now or on vacation?” Tom replied
Rachel giggled while she ran her finger down his milky white thigh
“You’re so naughty” Tom purred. “We should get ready. I know what I won’t be packing”
Rachel bit her lip and flashed him a sly smile.
Chapter 2
Tom and Rachel threw their bags in the back of their car and headed out. They took the Expressway after rush hour. It was smooth sailing most of the way down.
Tom had spent the night before researching the locations of the restaurants he was going to stuff his face.
“Rach, there is this place a block from the beach, it’s called Pua’a. Since we can’t go to the South Pacific, let’s go there tomorrow. And then Sunday we can do Italian. Monday we can do BBQ. Wed…."
“Does this B&B have a gym?” Rachel said with a tinge of irritability.
“No. Why? Ohhhhh. Dd you break out your tape today?”
"Yeah. I’ve put on a few pounds.”
"You did eat and drink your way through the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. Although, it looks good on you.” Tom rubbed his hands across her thigh. "You’re not alone, I drank enough to give each one of my groomsmen a beer gut."
“Five pounds looks worse on me than on you. You’re four inches taller than I am and you have broad shoulders.”
“But you know I’ve struggled with my weight. Remember when you met me?”
Rachel and Tom reminisced about their time in college. They originally met during their first year in nursing school. Rachel was a high school athlete. Her team was the runner up in their sectional tournament. She came off the bench and scored the winning goal to get the to the final. But a minute into starting for an injured defender in the final, she tore her Achilles tendon. She was destined to get a scholarship at lower end college program. During physical therapy, she re-tore the tendon. That was the end of her field hockey career.
Tom on the other hand was a bit of an introverted dork. Unlike Rachel, Tom came from humble beginnings. His mother was was medical marvel. Surviving a ton of medical conditions, she was a stay-at-home mom. Her condition didn’t allow her to hold a job. Tom’s father was a construction worker who barely made enough money to keep food on the table. It wasn’t until Tom reached high school did his family get out of dire straits. Tom’s father was promoted to construction supervisor. The stress of Tom’s childhood led him to struggle with weight. He wore second hand clothes that were usually too small on him. Girls didn’t pay much attention to him. The boys teased him about his raggedy long dirty blonde hair that tickled his eyebrows. He excelled in school, but it was tough outside of class time.
Scouts was a great escape for Tom. He was a leader and people looked up to him. But his fate was sealed during a game of manhunt when he stepped in a gopher hole where he ruptured his Achilles tendon.
Tom packed on the pounds. Even on a large, 5’11’’ frame, 265 pounds is still obese. This made him more introverted. He struggled with self-loathing every time he looked in the mirror. At least he got a chance to play chess and watch fantasy movies.
They both met each other during their second semester anatomy and physiology class. The classroom fit 24 students with a pair of students sharing a small table. Tom, the diligent student, sat in the middle of the room. Twenty two other students decided not to sit next to Tom. Rachel rushed into class a couple of minutes late and plopped down next to Tom. The professor used an icebreaker to get everybody to introduce themselves to the class. Each pair of students had to introduce their neighbor to the class.
“Hi, I’m Rachel”
“H..Hi, I’m Tom”
Tom wasn’t used to talking to pretty girls. He could feel his hands start to get sweaty.
“Please don’t shake my hand.” Is about all he could think. Rachel reached out and he reached back. They clasped hands. Tom could feel Rachel recoil a bit at the feeling of his sweaty hand.
“Of course, she’s already disgusted by me.” Is all he now thought.
Rachel told him about graduating from an upper middle class school and her involvement in field hockey. She told Tom about her field hockey injury.
Tom perked right up. His nerves calming a bit. He told her about his injury and about his working class high school.
“Yeah, I remember that” Rachel said, hair blowing in the breeze from the rolled down window. "It felt like you just got done running a 5K.
Tom cringed, still embarrassed by that moment. “That was a tough time for me."
During the course of the semester, Tom decided to do something about his physique. Visits to the dining hall incorporated more salads and less pizza. Instead of taking the bus, he did a lot of walking, including treks to the gym on campus. Tom managed to shave off 10 pounds in 2 months.
Rachel found Tom to be a big help in passing the cardiovascular system exam. Rachel invited Tom out with a group of friends at the end of the semester. Nobody, outside of Boy Scouts, ever invited him out. They all met at her friend’s apartment where Tom was introduced to Rachel boyfriend.
“You realized that I was really bummed when you introduced me to your boyfriend. I just wanted to go back to my dorm.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You seemed to take it well. That guy was a complete ass. I didn’t know it at the time.”
"At least there was some beer at the party.”
Unexpectedly, Tom came out of his shell after a few. He managed to add a few friends to his Facebook.
Tom and Rachel parted ways at the end of the semester. Tom packed on the weight he lost during the summer. He missed home cooking. He got a job at a local hospital and made some good money. When he got back to campus, he shed 25 pounds.
Rachel on the other hand had a very difficult summer. Her parents started getting into heated arguments over money. Her father had secretly invested their home’s equity into her uncle’s fishing company, which went belly up in less than 6 months. It didn’t help that her uncle got nabbed for bank fraud. The bank foreclosed on the house. Her mother served him with divorce papers. Rachel couldn’t afford to live on campus at the end of the fall. She would have to get a job and commute to school.
“I don’t know what my father was thinking. My uncle has always been a deadbeat.” As she reached into the bag of jellybeans sitting in the center console
Rachel and Tom bumped into each other in January at the introduction to nursing class they both were taking. This time Rachel was not the last one to come into the room and sat next to Tom.
Rachel noticed Tom had shed nearly 30 pounds and cut his hair. He bought some new clothes which improved his appearance.
“You look good.”
“I felt a little better, but I still have another 20 pounds to go.”
After class, Tom asked Rachel if she wanted to go to lunch in the cafeteria. After initially refusing, Tom told her that he would swipe her in. She abdicated.
While Rachel was in the room, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Tom noticed this while talking about his summer. Realizing something was wrong, Tom asked Rachel what was wrong.
Rachel laid it out there. She started crying
“I don’t know where I’m going to live. I don’t know where my next meal is going to come from.”
“You can stay with me. I don’t think my roommates will mind, you can sleep on the couch.
“No. I can’t do that.”
"Why not?”
"Because I can’t"
Rachel’s parents were moving out next weekend. Rachel’s mother and her younger brother were going to move in with her mother’s sister. Unfortunately, that was over 100 miles from home and 2 hours away from school. Rachel moved in with the rest of the family and commuted 4 hours to and from school. Rachel, still too pissed off at her father, didn’t care where he went.
Rachel missed one class to take care of business and came back the following week. Rachel was withdrawn. The stress of commuting was taking its toll. They bumped into each other near the edge of campus.
“I can’t do this.”
“What can’t you do?”
“Commuting. I’m so tired. I can’t keep up a full load of classes, study, and be in the car for 4 hours a day. And that’s without traffic. Then I have a job to pay for my car. "
“My offer to stay in my apartment still stands.”
Rachel burst into tears and she hugged Tom. "Forget class, let’s go take care of you.” Tom quietly whispered just over her sobbing.
Tom and Rachel went to Rachel’s new home. She grabbed a couple of bags of clothing, a blanket, a pillow, and other things. Rachel’s mom was skeptical about Tom’s intentions, she had little reason to trust men lately. Rachel said she’s known Tom for a while and reassured her that he’s a good guy. She said she would come home on the weekends.
Tom did take notice of Rachel’s mother. “That’s Rachel in 30 years. Damn.” Milk did her body good. Rachel’s mom had some set of cans. They were easily DD’s. She had a bit of a belly, a memento of child rearing.
Rachel fell asleep on the way back to school. When they got back to campus, Rachel slept on the couch until 1pm the next day. Tom went to his other classes. When he came back to the dorm, she was making some mac and cheese.
“Thank you for doing this. I was on the verge of quitting school.”
“I didn’t have anything as a kid. I know what it feels like.”
Tom grabbed some food and left to go to his job on campus.
About halfway to their honeymoon destination Rachel told Tom that it was at that point where she started to have some feelings for him.
“It helped that you cleaned yourself up a bit.” Rachel commented.
“Well, living on student loans and that measly job gave me some the time and money to work on myself."
Tom continued, "I knew I had to finish school. I didn’t want to end up like my father and didn’t want my kids to suffer the way I did. The guy busted his hump working 16 hours shifts all summer to pay the bills. I rarely saw him.”
After a few weeks of living in Tom’s dorm, Rachel told Tom over Ramen noodles that she was dropping out of college.
"I can’t continue to commute or live on campus. I’m going to move in with my mom and work on myself. I’m going to go to the local community college and get certified in sonography. The program is only a year and it pays pretty well.”
She digressed.
“Tom, what you did for me was the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me. I don’t know if anybody will ever be so charitable for the rest of my life.”
Tom smiled and looked into Rachel’s beautiful blue eyes. Tom had developed feelings for Rachel last year, despite not having spent a lot of time for her. But he didn’t have any confidence, so he suppressed those feelings.
Rachel leaned in and kissed Tom on the lips very gently. For a split second, Tom didn’t realize what was happening. The next split second was absolute excitement about what was happening. And it was over.
“That was, nice,” Tom whispered.
Rachel smiled. She then put her empty bowl in the sink. She walked back to the couch, cell phone in hand.
"I’m going to hop in the shower,” Tom declared
Tom floated to the bathroom still in shock about what had happened. After he got out of the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting every square inch of himself.
He thought about the 40 pounds he lost but still was self conscious as he grabbed some of his pudge around his waist. "I’ve still got a ways to go”
Tom went back to his room to study. Rachel stayed in the common area. Several hours later, Tom told Rachel he was going to bed. Rachel knew that Tom watched TV for a bit then retired. Tom sat in his executive chair rocking back and forth. The light from the common area came in. Rachel had cracked the door open
“Can I come in?”
“Sure”
Rachel sat on his bed. “What are you watching?”
“Commercials,” Tom said sarcastically. “It just seems like they’re endless. I’m watching South Park”
“I’m not a fan.”
"It’s a rerun, this is a good one.”
Rachel gave it a try. But she spent most of the time wrestling with her feelings. “He’s such a nice guy. Not like the ass holes I dated last year, but in my defense, they were pretty hot. Tom isn’t my type, or at least I thought he wasn’t my type."
“This is not bad. The episodes I’ve seen were nothing but fart noises. When did they get preachy?”
“Season 4 or so.”
“More commercials. Huzzah. It’s over anyway. Alright, I’m gonna hit the hay.” Tom took off his shirt.
Rachel peaked as Tom ripped off his shirt. “He’s been working out. He’s not a hardbody, but far from the overweight guy I met last year,” she thought to herself.
“Me too," Rachel got out of the bed. Tom climbed in and Rachel climbed in right behind him.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“No.”
Rachel and Tom laid on their sides. You could fit a textbook between them, but that’s about as far apart as you could get in a twin bed. Rachel creeped herself closer to Tom.
Tom had a raging hard-on at this point. He had never been with a girl, but he wanted to give Rachel the idea that he was playing it cool. His ass protruded a little more to hide his true feelings. But he wasn’t thinking with his head at this point. The smell of her full head of dark brown hair, her flawless skin, her tight athletic body. He was undressing her. God I want to see her tits. They may be small, but I bet they look fantastic.
Tom threw caution to the wind. He threw his arm over her arm and around her chest. She drifted off to sleep.
“You realize that I was so fucking horny that night? I got almost no sleep that night. It didn’t help that I am so not a side sleeper.” Tom said as he reached for his soda. “About as horny as I am right now.”
Rachel looked down at his crotch and bit her lip. "We’ll take care of that later. You know I slept better that night than I had in months. I felt….’safe'….for lack of a better term. I was worrying about everything. When you kissed me that morning as I went home, my toes curled”
Dirty thoughts started racing through Rachel’s mind. “I hope he’s receptive.” Rachel had what she thought was a pretty weird secret she wanted to reveal to him. She just didn’t know how to do it.
“I felt like Pepe LePew after that kiss. I couldn’t think straight all weekend.” Tom replied
“Neither could I.” Rachel bent the truth a bit. She had a lot of mixed emotions at that time, but he was racing through all of the turmoil she was experiencing. That night was however, a breath of fresh air.
They worked pretty hard the following week to finish out the semester on a high note. That Thursday, Rachel walked into Tom’s room after she took a shower and blow dried her hair. Normally, he would get up to respect her privacy so she could get dressed. Rachel closed the door behind her. Tom spun around in the chair to leave. Rachel didn’t move from the door. She locked eyes with Tom. It was then when she slowly unwrapped her towel and dropped it on the floor.
“Come here.” Rachel said with a little authoritarian flair.
Tom couldn’t believe what he just saw. He’d never seen a naked girl in real life. The internet, sure, but not in the living flesh. She was just as flawless as he thought she was. She had large A cup breasts that had no sag. Sitting on the full part of her breasts were dark red aerola about as wide as quarters. Her nipples, as big as her pinky tip, stood at attention. She had very flat abs and a small treasure trail that led to a very full pussy. He got up and walked over to Rachel, where embraced. They kissed. The energy could light a city for a month. Rachel gently pushed Tom back toward the bed. She pulled the shirt Tom was wearing over the top of his head.
Tom, still not comfortable in his skin, was a little self conscious. He still had a bit of a spare tire. Rachel didn’t care. She liked his powerful arms.
Tom and Rachel were feeling each up; tongues probing each others mouths. The ferocity growing with each passing second. Rachel broke the embrace to pull down his pants. She was taken aback with Tom’s cock. He was neatly shaven. His 5.5 inch cock was not the longest cock she’d ever seen, but it was thick as fuck. She grabbed his meaty dick and sat down on the bed. She gulped it down with zeal. The sounds coming from her throat were incredible. Tom, couldn’t believe what he was feeling or seeing. That’s something he’d only seen in porn. It was actually happening to him.
Tom pulled her up and threw her down on the bed. While he’d never eaten pussy, he’d seen enough to have an idea of what to do. Tom pushed her hair out of the way and buried his face in her neck. He kissed, gently sucked, and nibbled on her. Rachel’s breathing became deeper and more audible. He moved down to suck on her nipples. Rachel began to moan as he licked massaged them with his hands. When he worked his way down to her crotch, he teased her by kissing the perimeter of her labia. His tongue came out and traced around her fat pussy. She looked down at the top of his blonde head wondering what was taking so long. He finally locked in on her clit and began to expertly pay attention to it. She threw her head back on the pillow. She grabbed the other pillow and threw it over her face. Her audible groans and moans were muffled, but she could be heard in the common area. Rachel pulled Tom up
“Not yet."
"I don’t have any protection.” a sullen Tom announced.
“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control.”
Rachel threw her legs up in the air. Tom, a little nervous started to probe her pussy with his cock. He was having trouble finding where it was supposed to go. Rachel helped him. He slid right in.
He started to thrust. It didn’t take long until Tom was close to cumming. Tom had to stop.
“I’m close”
“I don’t care. Cum in me."
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Tom buried his lips into hers. She whimpered in ecstasy.
"NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH.” He moaned. His cock flooded her pussy with his cum.
“Fuck.” They both said in unison.
Tom rolled off of Rachel. She never felt this way before. While she didn’t cum, it was the most satisfying sex she’d ever had. She now understood why girth was more important than length. Tom wrapped his arm around her chest, occasionally playing with her nipple. They cuddled. Time seemed to stop for both of them. They spent the rest of the night just talking. Daybreak came and they decided to get a little sleep. It was moving out day.
"That was another great day. I was so horny.” Tom said.
“So was I. I was thinking about masturbating in the shower, but it had been a long time since I had sex. I was sad that it was the last day we would be in school together. I needed it to be memorable. You were pretty good, for a virgin.” Rachel said coyly. “You had some performance issues later, but I trained you pretty well.”
“I’m glad you were direct with me.”
“That’s why I love you!” Rachel kissed her hand and touched his lips.
Their relationship was tough to maintain that summer. They lived four hours from each other. Both were working full time. They talked on the phone for about two hours twice a week. They managed to have some time off about halfway through the summer. They paid for a couple of nights at a no-tel motel. It was like they hadn’t missed a beat.
Rachel took a year to finish her Sonography degree. Tom needed another two to earn his BSN. Both had made the time for each other, despite their busy schedules.
“I don’t think I would have made it through college without you.”
“And I would be a very lonely guy if you hadn’t come along”
“Oh please. You’re a great catch. There would have been dozens of women to lined up at your door to date you.”
“I doubt it. I had almost no self confidence, despite getting back into some shape.”
“I can’t believe that was 4 years ago."
They had arrived at the hotel. He took their luggage up to the counter and checked them in. She took the keys, walked outside to door 2B. She opened the door, they walked in, and he dropped the baggage on the floor. Rachel flopped on the bed. Tom not far behind her, did a somersault next to her. Both let out an audible sigh.
“Thank GOD!” Tom bellowed.
Rachel was now concerned about her stomach. "How about some food? I’m starving.”
Chapter 3
Rachel and Tom were on their way to enjoy a little Italian food at Buena Sera.
It was quite the restaurant. There were 60 tables with a square bar that split the restaurant in half. Beautiful ivy adorned the arches that separated the bar from the dining areas.
Even though it was 8:30pm, the restaurant was packed.
“I guess that’s what we get for going out on a Friday night.” Rachel muttered.
“What do you want to drink.”
“How about a sangria.”
"Be right back.”
Tom walked over to the bar. He stood so he could see his wife. Tom put in the order. While waiting Tom saw a heavily pregnant woman enter the restaurant with her husband. Since they had a reservation, they had a table ready for them. Tom noticed that Rachel was following the pregnant woman with her eyes. Tom couldn’t help but notice her for much longer than the average person.
The bartender brought two sangrias over. He walked back over to Rachel.
“Thanks babe.”
"You’re welcome.”
Both of them took a sip. "A little watered down, but it’s still good.” Rachel remarked.
The restaurant emptied out quickly. A minute later, the maitre’d escorted them to a square table somewhat isolated from the other patrons. Rachel walked past the heavily pregnant woman and took a quick glance. Tom walking behind her, also took a glance They sat adjacent to each other and received their menus.
Rachel took a look around, “This is a nice place,” she remarked.
Tom replied, “Nicer than the reviews led on. I feel so underdressed.”
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t seem other people are dressed nicely.”
They ordered their food. They didn’t say much. They spent most of the time flirting with their eyes.
Rachel took off her sandal and started to rub Tom’s shin with her toe. Tom placed his hand over her hand. Rachel was wondering if this is the right time to bring this up. This has been gnawing at her for quite a long time. How would he handle it? I hope he’s cool with it. Some guys find it repulsive.
Abruptly Tom said, “Did you see that pregnant woman who came in?"
Rachel was a little taken aback. “Yeah, she’s over there.”
“I saw you eyeing her while I was at the bar.”
"What are you talking about?"
“I saw you. Your eyes and head moved as she walked past you.”
“I’m a sonographer, I look at pregnant women all the time.”
“Not like that.”
"I did not."
"Yes you did."
"Not."
"So."
Rachel relented, “Alright, I looked. I mean, isn’t that why we’re on our honeymoon? We’ve been talking about kids for a while. Neither one of us wants to be in our 40’s when the kids start getting into athletics. I’ve just noticed more lately. My preggo radar has is quite attenuated at this point.”
“That’s why I’m here. Well not HERE. But you stopped birth control a couple of months ago.”
Rachel felt that this might be the perfect time to bring it up.
“Tom, I have a bit of a confession.”
Tom was taken aback. She usually never talked like this.
"What’s that?”
“Well, I don’t know how to say this.”
“Go ahead, there are no secrets between us.”
"Well, it’s never really come up. At least I didn’t want you to freak out about this.”
"What’s that?"
Rachel leaned over. Tom leaned in.
Rachel whispered “Tom, I’m really into pregnancy.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe I shared that.” Rachel thought.
“How so?”
“Like, I find pregnant women to be a bit of a turn on."
Tom pulled away with surprise and teased her, "Is that why you got into sonography?”
“Nooooo. Well at least it wasn’t the primary reason. It pays pretty well but I get to enjoy the scenery, too.”
Tom leaned back in, “Me too.”
“Seriously?” Rachel didn’t expect to hear that.
“Yeah. You know most of the porn I look at is preggo porn.”
“I thought you like lesbians.”
“I’m a guy, of course I do, but I didn’t know how you might feel about preggo porn.”
An evil grin came over Rachel’s face. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
Rachel started rub her foot against Tom’s shin. Tom hoped he wouldn’t have to get up soon. He was getting hard as a rock. Rachel could feel her vagina starting to twitch. Her nipples getting hard.
“See the pregnant woman over there.” Rachel used her eyes and eyebrows to point in front of her. Tom turned his head. “I want you to do that to me.”
Tom now really hoped he wouldn’t have to get up. He leaned in again. “Anything for you.”
The food came. They ate their food so fast, they didn’t really care about how it tasted. Of course they lied to the waiter. Tom threw a $70 on the table and they hurried back to the motel room before the waiter could come back to ask if they wanted dessert. Seems they were going to get some.
Chapter 4
Rachel grabbed Tom by the hand and led him to the room. Rachel grabbed her suitcase and brought it into the bathroom. She peaked around the corner and told him she would be out in 20 minutes.
Tom, dripping in anticipation, turned on the TV, just to calm himself. He wasn’t going to make 20 minutes otherwise. Tom took off his shorts and his t-shirt. And his socks, of course.
On time as usual, Rachel turned the knob to the bathroom loudly, essentially announcing her presence, emerged from the bathroom. Rachel took two steps forward and put both her hands on her hips.
“Wow,” Tom mouthed as he ogled over Rachel’s magnificent figure. Black thigh high hose clipped to a black garter belt. Underneath a black g-string. Her curly dark brown hair draped behind her shoulders, a couple of strands lay over just short of the curve of her breasts. A plum satin corset hugged her waist, the cups from her black lace bra barely containing her jutting tits. Her eye shadow matched her corset. The black eyeliner and mascara made her baby blues pop out. Her stud earrings complemented her beauty.
“I hope you’re ready. I’ve been ready for this for a looong time.” Rachel whispered in a dropped tone.
Tom stood up and slowly walked toward his beautiful bride. His boxer briefs wet in the front from anticipation, could barely contain his excitement. As soon as he reached the corner of the bed, Rachel threw herself upon on him and they crumbled onto the neatly made bed.
Like horny teenagers, they started going at it.
“Oh baby, I’m so wet. I want your throbbing cock. NO TEASING. I need it NOW!
Tom pulled off his boxers. He also took off her G-string.
“You weren’t kidding.”
Tom loved the feel of the satin corset. God she was beautiful.
Rachel could feel his meat poking her just below her belly button. She knew that she would be able to feel his pulse on her skin, if it wasn’t for this corset, that has to come off.
Tom started unbuttoning the corset. “Might as well get some use out of it. Hopefully I won’t fit into it much longer.” He got it off in record time.
Rachel leaned back in the bed. Tom jumped on top
"Put that cock in me. My pussy aches for it.”
Tom slowly and deeply pushed his cock into her pussy.
"Unnggghhhh.” Her moans were like a symphony orchestra to Tom’s ears. Tom thrusted faster. Rachel was drunk with pleasure.
"You want that baby juice”
"Yes, give it to me. I need it."
"You want me to knock you up."
"Yes baby. Fuck a baby into me. Imagine what I’m going to look like. Getting fat with your child. My tits getting bigger.” Rachel was overcome by the biggest orgasm in her life. Tom fought her impulse to push him out “I want to look like the woman in the restaurant.”
"Do it baby."
Tom couldn’t hold it anymore. Tom pushed as deep into her as he released his seed deep into her pussy. Tom and Rachel collapsed from exhaustion.
Tom and Rachel kissed until they were sure that every drop of cum seeped out of Tom. Tom rolled over and Rachel threw her legs up in the air.
"I gotta make sure I don’t lose a drop. You know, I hear that cumming makes conception more likely."
Tom crawled over to Rachel and started to finger Rachel’s clit. He wrapped his mouth around her right nipple gently flicking and sucking it.
“I can’t wait until your pregnant. I’m going to worship your body. You will be my fertility goddess."
Rachel got worked up quickly. Tom said “I want you to grow with my child.” Rachel shuddered and gasped as she was overcome by another orgasm.
“Fuck. That was hot.” Rachel said breathlessly.
“That was the best sex ever.” Tom couldn’t wait until he was ready to go again.
They continued to pet each other all over trying to catch their breath.
“So tell me,” Tom started in “when did you get into pregnant women.”
“I don’t know. Maybe the first time I noticed was when my mom was pregnant with my brother. I was 9. She was already such a beautiful woman. I watched her as she grew and I thought that it made her even more beautiful. It was like something came over me. I guess since she was so incredible, it just stuck. I guess its my idea of ultimate femininity. My friend’s mom was also pregnant at the same time and she and my mom got together quite a bit. I just…I don’t know. Maybe it was the hormones.”
Tom tracing his finger around her belly button stared deeply into her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling, beaming. She kept going.
“And the following year my math teacher was pregnant. She announced it to the class in December. I sat in the front row, so her belly way at my eye level. It’s like my brain was hard wired from those two events. I guess the same kind of way women pump their tits full of silicone and get lipo to look like Barbie Dolls.”
Tom was secretly imagining what that might look like on Rachel. “Those girls get so much botox, it just a lot too much.”
“Definitely. I feel terrible for some of them. They have such pretty faces and they just fuck them up.”
“Your face is flawless.”
"What’s that supposed to mean? What about the rest of me.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. You are stunning. I just hope you realize that you should NEVER have a needle anywhere near your face.”
“I’m just teasing. You’re so sensitive.”
“Oh, yeah.” Tom leaned in to start sucking on the sensitive part of her neck. Rachel started giggling.
“Sto oo oo oo oppp. That tickles. TOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!”
“OK. OK." As he pulled away.
“Sooo…How about you? How did you get into preggos?”
“Well. I think it was a similar situation. When I was young, I was in Weblos. The two den mothers were pregnant. It was the middle of summer. We would go over to their houses to have pool parties. They weren’t shy about showing off their figures. When we went inside to do arts and crafts, their bellies would constantly bump into us. I think it was the same thing. I remember the pack meetings. They would move around in their button down uniforms. Their shirt buttons strained their bellies. Those images just seared themselves in my mind.”
“I can’t wait to ‘accidentally’ bump into you.” Rachel said deviously.
“I think you bumped into me on purpose just a minute ago.”
They both giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“I hope you do it all the time.”
"Accidentally or on purpose?”
“Both.”
They kissed.
Chapter 5
Rachel stirred. Tom felt her move to check her phone.
"What time is it?”
“10”
“Ughhh. It feels like 7am.”
“We’re wasting vacation sleeping in. Let’s go.”
Rachel and Tom planned to go sit on the beach. It was going to be a good beach day. An onshore breeze and 90F.
They raced down for breakfast.
“Make sure you eat enough protein, if you know what I mean.” Rachel whispered.
Tom smiled.
After breakfast, they went back to their room and walked to the beach. It was only a couple of blocks away. Seems a lot of people had the same idea. They got a good laugh at people circling the blocks looking for a spot.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to part a few blocks away and walk.” This is something that had always irked Tom. "I bet they would be on the beach before the find a spot close.”
“Tom, chill out. We’re on vacation”
They got on the beach and set up shop. Tom pulled off his shirt kicked off his sandals. He wore a pair of blue and white board shorts, wraparound sunglasses, and a large sombrero-like hat. His pasty white skin was blinding.
“I hope you put sunscreen on.”
“Sure did. About a half gallon.”
Rachel disrobed, revealing a lavender purple bikini.
Ughhh. This fit a couple of weeks ago. Look at it, it’s digging in to my waist”
"You could just take it off. Could the cops really give you a ticket for indecent exposure?” Tom winked. "It looks fine. Only you notice.”
Rachel hit Tom with her hat.
Both of them settled in digging their feet into the sand. They were fidgeting with each other’s hand.
Five minutes later a woman walked by wearing an orange bikini. She had to be about 5’5’’ tall of Latin American descent. Her long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Tom noticed first. “Look to your 4 o’clock.”
Rachel looked over. "That woman was THICK everywhere.”
While she didn’t have the biggest belly, she had a booty that a Kardashian would be proud of. Her arms and thighs were dense.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have a booty like that.”
“The lifestyle channels on Youtube are loaded with women who ‘review’ pants that fit over the asses they bought.”
“How do you know about that.”
“They randomly popup under the different channel categories.”
“Uh-huh. Randomly?"
“Yeah! Seriously!”
Tom picked up Rachel’s hand and kissed the back of it.
Tom and Rachel spent the next two hours soaking up the sun commenting about every pregnant woman that passed by.
They walked back to the B&B and threw their beachwear in the trunk of their car.
The fresh air and the heat knocked them both out. They decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in the air conditioning.
Tom flopped on the bed, “Got any ideas as to pass the time?”
“You seemed to have one at the beach. You’re such a horn dog.” Rachel loved busting Tom’s balls.
“Oh c’mon, you had a lady boner while we were sitting there.”
“You’ll never know.”
Tom sprung out of bed and pulled down on Rachel’s bra revealing an erect nipple. “See!”
Rachel stepped Tom’s hand away and pulled up on her bra, “That’s cheating. It’s cold in here.”
“Uh-huh.” Tom said with skepticism.
Rachel went to the bathroom. Tom got out of his bathing suit and put on a pair of pajama pants. He got under the covers.
Tom could see Rachel’s goosebumps from across the room. “It’s cold in here.” Rachel jumped under the covers. “Do your job and warm me up.”
“I am an inferno. I’m surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust on the beach.”
“I hope you put on more sunscreen or else you just might.”
Rachel curled up into a fetal position on her left side. Tom spooned Rachel from behind.
“What are you thinking about?” Rachel wondered
“You know.”
“I can tell.”
Tom started rubbing Rachel’s thigh. The upstrokes massaging her ass. On every upstroke, Tom pinky kept getting closer and closer to her crack. Rachel started to let her mind go into the gutter.
Tom interrupted his thigh massage to pull at the hooks that keep Rachel’s bra in tact. Rachel helped him by removing her bottoms. Tom started to kiss the nape of her neck.
Rachel reached around and grabbed Tom’s cock. “Fuck, I need this.”
“Why is that baby?”
"I want you to make me look like those women on the beach. I want to waddle around with a biiiiiggg belly that you put there.”
“MMMMMmmm…I want to see you swell with my seed. You won’t be able to fit in that bra by Halloween."
Rachel lifted her leg allowing Tom to slide his cock in.
Biting her lip she cooed, "I don’t want to fit into it by the end of the summer.”
“You are a godsend.”
Tom started thrusting. Their breath started to quicken.
“God I want to dump a giant load in your pussy.”
“Not yet. I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Tom pulled out. Rachel got on all fours, Tom mounted her from behind. Tom quickly reinserted his moist rod. Rachel was soaked.
“You are really wet.”
“All this talk. I can’t control myself.”
Tom started to thrust. Rachel grabbed a fistful of pillow. The arched headboard started to bump against the white wall.
“This feels incredible” Rachel could barely get the words out.
Tom slowed down his thrusting and started to push in deeper. Rachel caught her breath.
“Oh baby this feels so good.” Tom was desperately trying not to cum.
“I’m thinking about what this is going…nnnnggghh…be like in 9 months….nnnghhh.
Can you imagine my belly touching the bed….nghhhhh.”
You are going to be huge.”
“I hope so. You are going to look incredible. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
"Stop thinking and give it to me. I can’t grow without it.”
Tom started to quicken his thrusting.
“Here it comes baby.”
"Knock me up baby. Make me a mommy.” Rachel reached underneath to massage his balls. "Wow, he’s tight” she thought.
“NNNggghhhh." Like that Tom unleashed ropes of cum into her fertile pussy.
“Yeahhhhh.” Rachel cheered on Tom. “Give it all to me.”
“FUCK!” Tom was in ecstacy. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It’s like he hit the jackpot.
Rachel put her face down on the sofa, her ass still in the air.
“Want me to get you off” Tom whispered to Rachel.
Rachel turned over and laid on her back.
“Baby, you were amazing.” Rachel still overwhelmed with love.
“Not yet.” Tom started to finger Rachel’s clit.
“I hope that load was it. I hope that’s the one that makes you swell into my fertility goddess. Your figure looks amazing now, but I don’t know what words I’ll have when you have that huge round belly, tits so swollen that the lay on top of your belly.”
“NNNGGGgghhhh. That’s so hot.” Smiling Rachel added, “My shitty diet is doing that already.”
“I hope you outgrow all of your bras. Think about it. Your tits so big that I can hold them in my hand, milk dribbling all down my arms.”
Rachel just came as hard as she ever has, panting like she just ran a 5K.
“Fuck, I can’t believe how baby crazy I am.”
"Neither can I.”
The rest of the week went on just like that. Both Rachel and Tom ferociously fucking each other. By the end of the week, they needed a vacation from their vacation. They both were so sore.
To be continued
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Enjoy!
Destiny Part 1
Rachel rustled around in her overstuffed purse looking for her keys. She pushed aside her gum, toiletries bag, wallet, and her brush.
“Arrrrghhhh,” she exclaimed. “All I want to do is find my damn keys. Where are they.”
What seemed like 3 minutes passed by when she realized she put them in the hideaway compartment while she was looking for her hair tie earlier.
Rachel opened up the door to her home, a modest 1970’s white 3 bedroom home in the middle of suburbia. Inside was a rather spartan livingroom. There was an old beat up brown corduroy couch opposite a bow window. The couch disgusted her. This was her new husband’s bachelorhood legacy furniture. While she tried to clean it, there were still stains from his clumsy eating and drinking. On the sides were the stubborn remnants of fur from the cat that his ex left him with a few year ago that just wouldn’t come off. On the center cushion was a tear. The only reason why it was visible was that there were two tears on the other side.
But after the day she had, it looked like a luxurious piece of furniture that could only be found in the penthouse suite of the Ritz-Carlton.
Rachel kicked off her sneakers, walked down the hall into the bedroom, carelessly tossed her purse in the corner, kicked off her boots, and flopped on the stripped down mattress that they had just purchased last week.
“AHHHHHhhhhhh.” The sigh of relief could have been heard from down the block.
“What a week, but thank God that’s over.” Rachel mumbled to herself.
Fortunately, she and her husband had next week off. They had decided to just spend the next week consummating the marriage. Since they didn’t have a lot of money, they decided to stay close. About 50 miles from their home was a beautiful bed and breakfast a couple of blocks from the beach that was recommended by their friends.
“Ok, time to get this vacation started.” Rachel pulled off her purple scrub top. It was a little tighter than it used to be.
“I know that women put on happy weight when they got married, but so soon?” She thought to herself
Underneath was a tight white long sleeve shirt that hugged her torso. She untied the knot and shimmied her scrub pants down to her ankles. She admired her 5’7’’, somewhat athletic, figure.
“I guess I should watch what I eat, but at least it’s going to the right spots” she thought as she turned to the side to look at the profile of her ass. Her black panites were cutting into upper thighs. As she took them off, she glanced at the label. Small.
“I guess I can live with mediums if it means more junk in my trunk,” as she spun to look at the other side. She slapped her ass and noticed that it was not as tight as it used to be.
Rachel pulled the white undershirt over her head revealing her most comfortable sports bra. At least it used to be the most comfortable. The grey bra looked a little frayed. I had lost some of its stretchiness. Like her panties, her bra was also a little tighter than it used to be.
She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the underside of her faithful garment and pulled it up. She felt her tits flop out of it’s confinement. Ignoring the boob sweat, she could feel the freedom overwhelm her torso. As she pulled it over her head, the elastic snagged one of her stands of her long dark brown hair
“Mmm,” she groaned as the follicle was ripped from her scalp. She balled it up and threw it at the hamper, except that it hit the front of it and landed right in front of it.
She opened the top drawer to her dresser and pulled out her white satin bra. She threw her arms through the straps and reached behind her to fasten the clasps. She grabbed the underwire and tucked her boobs into the cups. She could tell that it didn’t fit as well as it used to.
“Look at that, there’s a little bulge. And my tits are starting to spill over the cups."
Rachel reached into her top drawer again and pulled out some measuring tape. She wrapped it around herself just over the cups of her bra.
“34”
Then wiggling it down over her nipples, “37”
She slid it down her short torso to her waist, “26”
Then to her hips, “36”
Her suspicion was confirmed. She had put on some happy weight. Her B cup bras and her panties were having trouble containing her new girth.
"Maybe I should go for a run,” she pondered.
What she couldn’t ignore was her sore feet. “Nah. But I could use some wine to dull the ache.”
Rachel threw on her favorite t-shirt, a tight v-neck Pink shirt she picked up at Victoria’s Secret while in college. The fabric was cool to the touch with the feel of 300 thread count cotton sheets. The shirt showed off a little cleavage. She threw on some boy shorts which she wore when it was jungle hot outside.
She walked to the kitchen and reached up into one of the cupboards opposite the sink. She grabbed a bottle of rose and a glass, yanked the cork out, and sloppily poured it. She let out an audible sigh which just encapsulates the kind of day she just had.
After cleaning up her mess, she walked back into the living room and sat down on the cushion furthest from the TV. Rachel pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them almost underneath her. She took a sip of wine, placed the glass upon the ratty looking coffee table, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. All they could afford is basic cable, it was sports, comedy from the 70’s, or the news. Since they didn’t watch TV a lot, it didn’t make sense to have full cable, even if they could afford it.
Rachel hadn’t watched afternoon TV in nearly a month. Flipping through the channels she had stopped on Action 6 news. In front of her, she saw Alisha May giving the weather report. Mindy had been the afternoon meteorologist for nearly 6 years. Mindy sat in her chair wearing a long sleeve peach dress. Flowing black hair fell onto her shoulders. Once the segue talk ended, Mindy walked away from the camera toward the weather wall. She was built like a brick shithouse. She had calves of a runner, bulging out sideways, flexing with every step she took in her white 2 inch heels. Her little butt wiggled to keep her balance. As the camera zoomed in, Alisha turned around. Rachel’s “preggo radar” had gone off.
“Looks like someone got naughty not too long ago,” Rachel snickered to herself. Rachel saw the small bulge pushing out the middle of the dress. “She’s not going to be able to wear that much longer.”
Alisha walked back to the anchor desk. The two anchors, Alisha, and the traffic reporter, Jason Rollins kept up the banter about the sweltering heat. Jason’s wife was a patient of Rachel’s last week. Jason had to easily be 6’2’’. The anchors transitioned to talking about ovens being hot. That’s when Alisha announced her pregnancy with a campy bun in the over joke. The news team feigned their surprise. Everybody was giving each other hugs. Jason towered over Alisha. Alisha couldn’t have been more than 5’2’’ and 100 pounds soaking wet. Alisha announced the baby wasn’t due until around Valentine’s day. Rachel twitched her eyebrows with some intrigue. “She’s going to wearing bedsheets after Christmas.”
During the commercial, Rachel got up for a second glass when Tom rolled in. Bursting through the door, "YEEESSSSSS!!!!” echoed throughout the house. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his scrubs, and threw them on top of Rachel’s. He threw on a white t-shirt and a pair of black cargo shorts. Tom walked into the kitchen.
“Hi,” Rachel said with a upward inflection
"Hey babe,” Tom said with enthusiasm as he kept walking toward her. Tom and placed his hands over the sides of her face and gave her a short deep kiss. “We made it!”
Tom saw Rachel indulging in the freshly opened bottle, “Can I have a glass?”
“Sure.”
He reached up into the cupboard and pulled down a glass. Rachel filled it up for him.
“A toast to us and to next week.” Rachel said. Both raised their glasses and had a sip. Rachel walked back to the couch. Tom copped a feel of Rachel’s butt as she passed by. He followed closely behind. They both had a seat on the couch.
“So what’s the plan” Rachel asked.
“Now or on vacation?” Tom replied
Rachel giggled while she ran her finger down his milky white thigh
“You’re so naughty” Tom purred. “We should get ready. I know what I won’t be packing”
Rachel bit her lip and flashed him a sly smile.
Chapter 2
Tom and Rachel threw their bags in the back of their car and headed out. They took the Expressway after rush hour. It was smooth sailing most of the way down.
Tom had spent the night before researching the locations of the restaurants he was going to stuff his face.
“Rach, there is this place a block from the beach, it’s called Pua’a. Since we can’t go to the South Pacific, let’s go there tomorrow. And then Sunday we can do Italian. Monday we can do BBQ. Wed…."
“Does this B&B have a gym?” Rachel said with a tinge of irritability.
“No. Why? Ohhhhh. Dd you break out your tape today?”
"Yeah. I’ve put on a few pounds.”
"You did eat and drink your way through the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. Although, it looks good on you.” Tom rubbed his hands across her thigh. "You’re not alone, I drank enough to give each one of my groomsmen a beer gut."
“Five pounds looks worse on me than on you. You’re four inches taller than I am and you have broad shoulders.”
“But you know I’ve struggled with my weight. Remember when you met me?”
Rachel and Tom reminisced about their time in college. They originally met during their first year in nursing school. Rachel was a high school athlete. Her team was the runner up in their sectional tournament. She came off the bench and scored the winning goal to get the to the final. But a minute into starting for an injured defender in the final, she tore her Achilles tendon. She was destined to get a scholarship at lower end college program. During physical therapy, she re-tore the tendon. That was the end of her field hockey career.
Tom on the other hand was a bit of an introverted dork. Unlike Rachel, Tom came from humble beginnings. His mother was was medical marvel. Surviving a ton of medical conditions, she was a stay-at-home mom. Her condition didn’t allow her to hold a job. Tom’s father was a construction worker who barely made enough money to keep food on the table. It wasn’t until Tom reached high school did his family get out of dire straits. Tom’s father was promoted to construction supervisor. The stress of Tom’s childhood led him to struggle with weight. He wore second hand clothes that were usually too small on him. Girls didn’t pay much attention to him. The boys teased him about his raggedy long dirty blonde hair that tickled his eyebrows. He excelled in school, but it was tough outside of class time.
Scouts was a great escape for Tom. He was a leader and people looked up to him. But his fate was sealed during a game of manhunt when he stepped in a gopher hole where he ruptured his Achilles tendon.
Tom packed on the pounds. Even on a large, 5’11’’ frame, 265 pounds is still obese. This made him more introverted. He struggled with self-loathing every time he looked in the mirror. At least he got a chance to play chess and watch fantasy movies.
They both met each other during their second semester anatomy and physiology class. The classroom fit 24 students with a pair of students sharing a small table. Tom, the diligent student, sat in the middle of the room. Twenty two other students decided not to sit next to Tom. Rachel rushed into class a couple of minutes late and plopped down next to Tom. The professor used an icebreaker to get everybody to introduce themselves to the class. Each pair of students had to introduce their neighbor to the class.
“Hi, I’m Rachel”
“H..Hi, I’m Tom”
Tom wasn’t used to talking to pretty girls. He could feel his hands start to get sweaty.
“Please don’t shake my hand.” Is about all he could think. Rachel reached out and he reached back. They clasped hands. Tom could feel Rachel recoil a bit at the feeling of his sweaty hand.
“Of course, she’s already disgusted by me.” Is all he now thought.
Rachel told him about graduating from an upper middle class school and her involvement in field hockey. She told Tom about her field hockey injury.
Tom perked right up. His nerves calming a bit. He told her about his injury and about his working class high school.
“Yeah, I remember that” Rachel said, hair blowing in the breeze from the rolled down window. "It felt like you just got done running a 5K.
Tom cringed, still embarrassed by that moment. “That was a tough time for me."
During the course of the semester, Tom decided to do something about his physique. Visits to the dining hall incorporated more salads and less pizza. Instead of taking the bus, he did a lot of walking, including treks to the gym on campus. Tom managed to shave off 10 pounds in 2 months.
Rachel found Tom to be a big help in passing the cardiovascular system exam. Rachel invited Tom out with a group of friends at the end of the semester. Nobody, outside of Boy Scouts, ever invited him out. They all met at her friend’s apartment where Tom was introduced to Rachel boyfriend.
“You realized that I was really bummed when you introduced me to your boyfriend. I just wanted to go back to my dorm.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You seemed to take it well. That guy was a complete ass. I didn’t know it at the time.”
"At least there was some beer at the party.”
Unexpectedly, Tom came out of his shell after a few. He managed to add a few friends to his Facebook.
Tom and Rachel parted ways at the end of the semester. Tom packed on the weight he lost during the summer. He missed home cooking. He got a job at a local hospital and made some good money. When he got back to campus, he shed 25 pounds.
Rachel on the other hand had a very difficult summer. Her parents started getting into heated arguments over money. Her father had secretly invested their home’s equity into her uncle’s fishing company, which went belly up in less than 6 months. It didn’t help that her uncle got nabbed for bank fraud. The bank foreclosed on the house. Her mother served him with divorce papers. Rachel couldn’t afford to live on campus at the end of the fall. She would have to get a job and commute to school.
“I don’t know what my father was thinking. My uncle has always been a deadbeat.” As she reached into the bag of jellybeans sitting in the center console
Rachel and Tom bumped into each other in January at the introduction to nursing class they both were taking. This time Rachel was not the last one to come into the room and sat next to Tom.
Rachel noticed Tom had shed nearly 30 pounds and cut his hair. He bought some new clothes which improved his appearance.
“You look good.”
“I felt a little better, but I still have another 20 pounds to go.”
After class, Tom asked Rachel if she wanted to go to lunch in the cafeteria. After initially refusing, Tom told her that he would swipe her in. She abdicated.
While Rachel was in the room, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Tom noticed this while talking about his summer. Realizing something was wrong, Tom asked Rachel what was wrong.
Rachel laid it out there. She started crying
“I don’t know where I’m going to live. I don’t know where my next meal is going to come from.”
“You can stay with me. I don’t think my roommates will mind, you can sleep on the couch.
“No. I can’t do that.”
"Why not?”
"Because I can’t"
Rachel’s parents were moving out next weekend. Rachel’s mother and her younger brother were going to move in with her mother’s sister. Unfortunately, that was over 100 miles from home and 2 hours away from school. Rachel moved in with the rest of the family and commuted 4 hours to and from school. Rachel, still too pissed off at her father, didn’t care where he went.
Rachel missed one class to take care of business and came back the following week. Rachel was withdrawn. The stress of commuting was taking its toll. They bumped into each other near the edge of campus.
“I can’t do this.”
“What can’t you do?”
“Commuting. I’m so tired. I can’t keep up a full load of classes, study, and be in the car for 4 hours a day. And that’s without traffic. Then I have a job to pay for my car. "
“My offer to stay in my apartment still stands.”
Rachel burst into tears and she hugged Tom. "Forget class, let’s go take care of you.” Tom quietly whispered just over her sobbing.
Tom and Rachel went to Rachel’s new home. She grabbed a couple of bags of clothing, a blanket, a pillow, and other things. Rachel’s mom was skeptical about Tom’s intentions, she had little reason to trust men lately. Rachel said she’s known Tom for a while and reassured her that he’s a good guy. She said she would come home on the weekends.
Tom did take notice of Rachel’s mother. “That’s Rachel in 30 years. Damn.” Milk did her body good. Rachel’s mom had some set of cans. They were easily DD’s. She had a bit of a belly, a memento of child rearing.
Rachel fell asleep on the way back to school. When they got back to campus, Rachel slept on the couch until 1pm the next day. Tom went to his other classes. When he came back to the dorm, she was making some mac and cheese.
“Thank you for doing this. I was on the verge of quitting school.”
“I didn’t have anything as a kid. I know what it feels like.”
Tom grabbed some food and left to go to his job on campus.
About halfway to their honeymoon destination Rachel told Tom that it was at that point where she started to have some feelings for him.
“It helped that you cleaned yourself up a bit.” Rachel commented.
“Well, living on student loans and that measly job gave me some the time and money to work on myself."
Tom continued, "I knew I had to finish school. I didn’t want to end up like my father and didn’t want my kids to suffer the way I did. The guy busted his hump working 16 hours shifts all summer to pay the bills. I rarely saw him.”
After a few weeks of living in Tom’s dorm, Rachel told Tom over Ramen noodles that she was dropping out of college.
"I can’t continue to commute or live on campus. I’m going to move in with my mom and work on myself. I’m going to go to the local community college and get certified in sonography. The program is only a year and it pays pretty well.”
She digressed.
“Tom, what you did for me was the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me. I don’t know if anybody will ever be so charitable for the rest of my life.”
Tom smiled and looked into Rachel’s beautiful blue eyes. Tom had developed feelings for Rachel last year, despite not having spent a lot of time for her. But he didn’t have any confidence, so he suppressed those feelings.
Rachel leaned in and kissed Tom on the lips very gently. For a split second, Tom didn’t realize what was happening. The next split second was absolute excitement about what was happening. And it was over.
“That was, nice,” Tom whispered.
Rachel smiled. She then put her empty bowl in the sink. She walked back to the couch, cell phone in hand.
"I’m going to hop in the shower,” Tom declared
Tom floated to the bathroom still in shock about what had happened. After he got out of the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting every square inch of himself.
He thought about the 40 pounds he lost but still was self conscious as he grabbed some of his pudge around his waist. "I’ve still got a ways to go”
Tom went back to his room to study. Rachel stayed in the common area. Several hours later, Tom told Rachel he was going to bed. Rachel knew that Tom watched TV for a bit then retired. Tom sat in his executive chair rocking back and forth. The light from the common area came in. Rachel had cracked the door open
“Can I come in?”
“Sure”
Rachel sat on his bed. “What are you watching?”
“Commercials,” Tom said sarcastically. “It just seems like they’re endless. I’m watching South Park”
“I’m not a fan.”
"It’s a rerun, this is a good one.”
Rachel gave it a try. But she spent most of the time wrestling with her feelings. “He’s such a nice guy. Not like the ass holes I dated last year, but in my defense, they were pretty hot. Tom isn’t my type, or at least I thought he wasn’t my type."
“This is not bad. The episodes I’ve seen were nothing but fart noises. When did they get preachy?”
“Season 4 or so.”
“More commercials. Huzzah. It’s over anyway. Alright, I’m gonna hit the hay.” Tom took off his shirt.
Rachel peaked as Tom ripped off his shirt. “He’s been working out. He’s not a hardbody, but far from the overweight guy I met last year,” she thought to herself.
“Me too," Rachel got out of the bed. Tom climbed in and Rachel climbed in right behind him.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“No.”
Rachel and Tom laid on their sides. You could fit a textbook between them, but that’s about as far apart as you could get in a twin bed. Rachel creeped herself closer to Tom.
Tom had a raging hard-on at this point. He had never been with a girl, but he wanted to give Rachel the idea that he was playing it cool. His ass protruded a little more to hide his true feelings. But he wasn’t thinking with his head at this point. The smell of her full head of dark brown hair, her flawless skin, her tight athletic body. He was undressing her. God I want to see her tits. They may be small, but I bet they look fantastic.
Tom threw caution to the wind. He threw his arm over her arm and around her chest. She drifted off to sleep.
“You realize that I was so fucking horny that night? I got almost no sleep that night. It didn’t help that I am so not a side sleeper.” Tom said as he reached for his soda. “About as horny as I am right now.”
Rachel looked down at his crotch and bit her lip. "We’ll take care of that later. You know I slept better that night than I had in months. I felt….’safe'….for lack of a better term. I was worrying about everything. When you kissed me that morning as I went home, my toes curled”
Dirty thoughts started racing through Rachel’s mind. “I hope he’s receptive.” Rachel had what she thought was a pretty weird secret she wanted to reveal to him. She just didn’t know how to do it.
“I felt like Pepe LePew after that kiss. I couldn’t think straight all weekend.” Tom replied
“Neither could I.” Rachel bent the truth a bit. She had a lot of mixed emotions at that time, but he was racing through all of the turmoil she was experiencing. That night was however, a breath of fresh air.
They worked pretty hard the following week to finish out the semester on a high note. That Thursday, Rachel walked into Tom’s room after she took a shower and blow dried her hair. Normally, he would get up to respect her privacy so she could get dressed. Rachel closed the door behind her. Tom spun around in the chair to leave. Rachel didn’t move from the door. She locked eyes with Tom. It was then when she slowly unwrapped her towel and dropped it on the floor.
“Come here.” Rachel said with a little authoritarian flair.
Tom couldn’t believe what he just saw. He’d never seen a naked girl in real life. The internet, sure, but not in the living flesh. She was just as flawless as he thought she was. She had large A cup breasts that had no sag. Sitting on the full part of her breasts were dark red aerola about as wide as quarters. Her nipples, as big as her pinky tip, stood at attention. She had very flat abs and a small treasure trail that led to a very full pussy. He got up and walked over to Rachel, where embraced. They kissed. The energy could light a city for a month. Rachel gently pushed Tom back toward the bed. She pulled the shirt Tom was wearing over the top of his head.
Tom, still not comfortable in his skin, was a little self conscious. He still had a bit of a spare tire. Rachel didn’t care. She liked his powerful arms.
Tom and Rachel were feeling each up; tongues probing each others mouths. The ferocity growing with each passing second. Rachel broke the embrace to pull down his pants. She was taken aback with Tom’s cock. He was neatly shaven. His 5.5 inch cock was not the longest cock she’d ever seen, but it was thick as fuck. She grabbed his meaty dick and sat down on the bed. She gulped it down with zeal. The sounds coming from her throat were incredible. Tom, couldn’t believe what he was feeling or seeing. That’s something he’d only seen in porn. It was actually happening to him.
Tom pulled her up and threw her down on the bed. While he’d never eaten pussy, he’d seen enough to have an idea of what to do. Tom pushed her hair out of the way and buried his face in her neck. He kissed, gently sucked, and nibbled on her. Rachel’s breathing became deeper and more audible. He moved down to suck on her nipples. Rachel began to moan as he licked massaged them with his hands. When he worked his way down to her crotch, he teased her by kissing the perimeter of her labia. His tongue came out and traced around her fat pussy. She looked down at the top of his blonde head wondering what was taking so long. He finally locked in on her clit and began to expertly pay attention to it. She threw her head back on the pillow. She grabbed the other pillow and threw it over her face. Her audible groans and moans were muffled, but she could be heard in the common area. Rachel pulled Tom up
“Not yet."
"I don’t have any protection.” a sullen Tom announced.
“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control.”
Rachel threw her legs up in the air. Tom, a little nervous started to probe her pussy with his cock. He was having trouble finding where it was supposed to go. Rachel helped him. He slid right in.
He started to thrust. It didn’t take long until Tom was close to cumming. Tom had to stop.
“I’m close”
“I don’t care. Cum in me."
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Tom buried his lips into hers. She whimpered in ecstasy.
"NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH.” He moaned. His cock flooded her pussy with his cum.
“Fuck.” They both said in unison.
Tom rolled off of Rachel. She never felt this way before. While she didn’t cum, it was the most satisfying sex she’d ever had. She now understood why girth was more important than length. Tom wrapped his arm around her chest, occasionally playing with her nipple. They cuddled. Time seemed to stop for both of them. They spent the rest of the night just talking. Daybreak came and they decided to get a little sleep. It was moving out day.
"That was another great day. I was so horny.” Tom said.
“So was I. I was thinking about masturbating in the shower, but it had been a long time since I had sex. I was sad that it was the last day we would be in school together. I needed it to be memorable. You were pretty good, for a virgin.” Rachel said coyly. “You had some performance issues later, but I trained you pretty well.”
“I’m glad you were direct with me.”
“That’s why I love you!” Rachel kissed her hand and touched his lips.
Their relationship was tough to maintain that summer. They lived four hours from each other. Both were working full time. They talked on the phone for about two hours twice a week. They managed to have some time off about halfway through the summer. They paid for a couple of nights at a no-tel motel. It was like they hadn’t missed a beat.
Rachel took a year to finish her Sonography degree. Tom needed another two to earn his BSN. Both had made the time for each other, despite their busy schedules.
“I don’t think I would have made it through college without you.”
“And I would be a very lonely guy if you hadn’t come along”
“Oh please. You’re a great catch. There would have been dozens of women to lined up at your door to date you.”
“I doubt it. I had almost no self confidence, despite getting back into some shape.”
“I can’t believe that was 4 years ago."
They had arrived at the hotel. He took their luggage up to the counter and checked them in. She took the keys, walked outside to door 2B. She opened the door, they walked in, and he dropped the baggage on the floor. Rachel flopped on the bed. Tom not far behind her, did a somersault next to her. Both let out an audible sigh.
“Thank GOD!” Tom bellowed.
Rachel was now concerned about her stomach. "How about some food? I’m starving.”
Chapter 3
Rachel and Tom were on their way to enjoy a little Italian food at Buena Sera.
It was quite the restaurant. There were 60 tables with a square bar that split the restaurant in half. Beautiful ivy adorned the arches that separated the bar from the dining areas.
Even though it was 8:30pm, the restaurant was packed.
“I guess that’s what we get for going out on a Friday night.” Rachel muttered.
“What do you want to drink.”
“How about a sangria.”
"Be right back.”
Tom walked over to the bar. He stood so he could see his wife. Tom put in the order. While waiting Tom saw a heavily pregnant woman enter the restaurant with her husband. Since they had a reservation, they had a table ready for them. Tom noticed that Rachel was following the pregnant woman with her eyes. Tom couldn’t help but notice her for much longer than the average person.
The bartender brought two sangrias over. He walked back over to Rachel.
“Thanks babe.”
"You’re welcome.”
Both of them took a sip. "A little watered down, but it’s still good.” Rachel remarked.
The restaurant emptied out quickly. A minute later, the maitre’d escorted them to a square table somewhat isolated from the other patrons. Rachel walked past the heavily pregnant woman and took a quick glance. Tom walking behind her, also took a glance They sat adjacent to each other and received their menus.
Rachel took a look around, “This is a nice place,” she remarked.
Tom replied, “Nicer than the reviews led on. I feel so underdressed.”
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t seem other people are dressed nicely.”
They ordered their food. They didn’t say much. They spent most of the time flirting with their eyes.
Rachel took off her sandal and started to rub Tom’s shin with her toe. Tom placed his hand over her hand. Rachel was wondering if this is the right time to bring this up. This has been gnawing at her for quite a long time. How would he handle it? I hope he’s cool with it. Some guys find it repulsive.
Abruptly Tom said, “Did you see that pregnant woman who came in?"
Rachel was a little taken aback. “Yeah, she’s over there.”
“I saw you eyeing her while I was at the bar.”
"What are you talking about?"
“I saw you. Your eyes and head moved as she walked past you.”
“I’m a sonographer, I look at pregnant women all the time.”
“Not like that.”
"I did not."
"Yes you did."
"Not."
"So."
Rachel relented, “Alright, I looked. I mean, isn’t that why we’re on our honeymoon? We’ve been talking about kids for a while. Neither one of us wants to be in our 40’s when the kids start getting into athletics. I’ve just noticed more lately. My preggo radar has is quite attenuated at this point.”
“That’s why I’m here. Well not HERE. But you stopped birth control a couple of months ago.”
Rachel felt that this might be the perfect time to bring it up.
“Tom, I have a bit of a confession.”
Tom was taken aback. She usually never talked like this.
"What’s that?”
“Well, I don’t know how to say this.”
“Go ahead, there are no secrets between us.”
"Well, it’s never really come up. At least I didn’t want you to freak out about this.”
"What’s that?"
Rachel leaned over. Tom leaned in.
Rachel whispered “Tom, I’m really into pregnancy.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe I shared that.” Rachel thought.
“How so?”
“Like, I find pregnant women to be a bit of a turn on."
Tom pulled away with surprise and teased her, "Is that why you got into sonography?”
“Nooooo. Well at least it wasn’t the primary reason. It pays pretty well but I get to enjoy the scenery, too.”
Tom leaned back in, “Me too.”
“Seriously?” Rachel didn’t expect to hear that.
“Yeah. You know most of the porn I look at is preggo porn.”
“I thought you like lesbians.”
“I’m a guy, of course I do, but I didn’t know how you might feel about preggo porn.”
An evil grin came over Rachel’s face. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
Rachel started rub her foot against Tom’s shin. Tom hoped he wouldn’t have to get up soon. He was getting hard as a rock. Rachel could feel her vagina starting to twitch. Her nipples getting hard.
“See the pregnant woman over there.” Rachel used her eyes and eyebrows to point in front of her. Tom turned his head. “I want you to do that to me.”
Tom now really hoped he wouldn’t have to get up. He leaned in again. “Anything for you.”
The food came. They ate their food so fast, they didn’t really care about how it tasted. Of course they lied to the waiter. Tom threw a $70 on the table and they hurried back to the motel room before the waiter could come back to ask if they wanted dessert. Seems they were going to get some.
Chapter 4
Rachel grabbed Tom by the hand and led him to the room. Rachel grabbed her suitcase and brought it into the bathroom. She peaked around the corner and told him she would be out in 20 minutes.
Tom, dripping in anticipation, turned on the TV, just to calm himself. He wasn’t going to make 20 minutes otherwise. Tom took off his shorts and his t-shirt. And his socks, of course.
On time as usual, Rachel turned the knob to the bathroom loudly, essentially announcing her presence, emerged from the bathroom. Rachel took two steps forward and put both her hands on her hips.
“Wow,” Tom mouthed as he ogled over Rachel’s magnificent figure. Black thigh high hose clipped to a black garter belt. Underneath a black g-string. Her curly dark brown hair draped behind her shoulders, a couple of strands lay over just short of the curve of her breasts. A plum satin corset hugged her waist, the cups from her black lace bra barely containing her jutting tits. Her eye shadow matched her corset. The black eyeliner and mascara made her baby blues pop out. Her stud earrings complemented her beauty.
“I hope you’re ready. I’ve been ready for this for a looong time.” Rachel whispered in a dropped tone.
Tom stood up and slowly walked toward his beautiful bride. His boxer briefs wet in the front from anticipation, could barely contain his excitement. As soon as he reached the corner of the bed, Rachel threw herself upon on him and they crumbled onto the neatly made bed.
Like horny teenagers, they started going at it.
“Oh baby, I’m so wet. I want your throbbing cock. NO TEASING. I need it NOW!
Tom pulled off his boxers. He also took off her G-string.
“You weren’t kidding.”
Tom loved the feel of the satin corset. God she was beautiful.
Rachel could feel his meat poking her just below her belly button. She knew that she would be able to feel his pulse on her skin, if it wasn’t for this corset, that has to come off.
Tom started unbuttoning the corset. “Might as well get some use out of it. Hopefully I won’t fit into it much longer.” He got it off in record time.
Rachel leaned back in the bed. Tom jumped on top
"Put that cock in me. My pussy aches for it.”
Tom slowly and deeply pushed his cock into her pussy.
"Unnggghhhh.” Her moans were like a symphony orchestra to Tom’s ears. Tom thrusted faster. Rachel was drunk with pleasure.
"You want that baby juice”
"Yes, give it to me. I need it."
"You want me to knock you up."
"Yes baby. Fuck a baby into me. Imagine what I’m going to look like. Getting fat with your child. My tits getting bigger.” Rachel was overcome by the biggest orgasm in her life. Tom fought her impulse to push him out “I want to look like the woman in the restaurant.”
"Do it baby."
Tom couldn’t hold it anymore. Tom pushed as deep into her as he released his seed deep into her pussy. Tom and Rachel collapsed from exhaustion.
Tom and Rachel kissed until they were sure that every drop of cum seeped out of Tom. Tom rolled over and Rachel threw her legs up in the air.
"I gotta make sure I don’t lose a drop. You know, I hear that cumming makes conception more likely."
Tom crawled over to Rachel and started to finger Rachel’s clit. He wrapped his mouth around her right nipple gently flicking and sucking it.
“I can’t wait until your pregnant. I’m going to worship your body. You will be my fertility goddess."
Rachel got worked up quickly. Tom said “I want you to grow with my child.” Rachel shuddered and gasped as she was overcome by another orgasm.
“Fuck. That was hot.” Rachel said breathlessly.
“That was the best sex ever.” Tom couldn’t wait until he was ready to go again.
They continued to pet each other all over trying to catch their breath.
“So tell me,” Tom started in “when did you get into pregnant women.”
“I don’t know. Maybe the first time I noticed was when my mom was pregnant with my brother. I was 9. She was already such a beautiful woman. I watched her as she grew and I thought that it made her even more beautiful. It was like something came over me. I guess since she was so incredible, it just stuck. I guess its my idea of ultimate femininity. My friend’s mom was also pregnant at the same time and she and my mom got together quite a bit. I just…I don’t know. Maybe it was the hormones.”
Tom tracing his finger around her belly button stared deeply into her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling, beaming. She kept going.
“And the following year my math teacher was pregnant. She announced it to the class in December. I sat in the front row, so her belly way at my eye level. It’s like my brain was hard wired from those two events. I guess the same kind of way women pump their tits full of silicone and get lipo to look like Barbie Dolls.”
Tom was secretly imagining what that might look like on Rachel. “Those girls get so much botox, it just a lot too much.”
“Definitely. I feel terrible for some of them. They have such pretty faces and they just fuck them up.”
“Your face is flawless.”
"What’s that supposed to mean? What about the rest of me.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. You are stunning. I just hope you realize that you should NEVER have a needle anywhere near your face.”
“I’m just teasing. You’re so sensitive.”
“Oh, yeah.” Tom leaned in to start sucking on the sensitive part of her neck. Rachel started giggling.
“Sto oo oo oo oppp. That tickles. TOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!”
“OK. OK." As he pulled away.
“Sooo…How about you? How did you get into preggos?”
“Well. I think it was a similar situation. When I was young, I was in Weblos. The two den mothers were pregnant. It was the middle of summer. We would go over to their houses to have pool parties. They weren’t shy about showing off their figures. When we went inside to do arts and crafts, their bellies would constantly bump into us. I think it was the same thing. I remember the pack meetings. They would move around in their button down uniforms. Their shirt buttons strained their bellies. Those images just seared themselves in my mind.”
“I can’t wait to ‘accidentally’ bump into you.” Rachel said deviously.
“I think you bumped into me on purpose just a minute ago.”
They both giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“I hope you do it all the time.”
"Accidentally or on purpose?”
“Both.”
They kissed.
Chapter 5
Rachel stirred. Tom felt her move to check her phone.
"What time is it?”
“10”
“Ughhh. It feels like 7am.”
“We’re wasting vacation sleeping in. Let’s go.”
Rachel and Tom planned to go sit on the beach. It was going to be a good beach day. An onshore breeze and 90F.
They raced down for breakfast.
“Make sure you eat enough protein, if you know what I mean.” Rachel whispered.
Tom smiled.
After breakfast, they went back to their room and walked to the beach. It was only a couple of blocks away. Seems a lot of people had the same idea. They got a good laugh at people circling the blocks looking for a spot.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to part a few blocks away and walk.” This is something that had always irked Tom. "I bet they would be on the beach before the find a spot close.”
“Tom, chill out. We’re on vacation”
They got on the beach and set up shop. Tom pulled off his shirt kicked off his sandals. He wore a pair of blue and white board shorts, wraparound sunglasses, and a large sombrero-like hat. His pasty white skin was blinding.
“I hope you put sunscreen on.”
“Sure did. About a half gallon.”
Rachel disrobed, revealing a lavender purple bikini.
Ughhh. This fit a couple of weeks ago. Look at it, it’s digging in to my waist”
"You could just take it off. Could the cops really give you a ticket for indecent exposure?” Tom winked. "It looks fine. Only you notice.”
Rachel hit Tom with her hat.
Both of them settled in digging their feet into the sand. They were fidgeting with each other’s hand.
Five minutes later a woman walked by wearing an orange bikini. She had to be about 5’5’’ tall of Latin American descent. Her long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Tom noticed first. “Look to your 4 o’clock.”
Rachel looked over. "That woman was THICK everywhere.”
While she didn’t have the biggest belly, she had a booty that a Kardashian would be proud of. Her arms and thighs were dense.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have a booty like that.”
“The lifestyle channels on Youtube are loaded with women who ‘review’ pants that fit over the asses they bought.”
“How do you know about that.”
“They randomly popup under the different channel categories.”
“Uh-huh. Randomly?"
“Yeah! Seriously!”
Tom picked up Rachel’s hand and kissed the back of it.
Tom and Rachel spent the next two hours soaking up the sun commenting about every pregnant woman that passed by.
They walked back to the B&B and threw their beachwear in the trunk of their car.
The fresh air and the heat knocked them both out. They decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in the air conditioning.
Tom flopped on the bed, “Got any ideas as to pass the time?”
“You seemed to have one at the beach. You’re such a horn dog.” Rachel loved busting Tom’s balls.
“Oh c’mon, you had a lady boner while we were sitting there.”
“You’ll never know.”
Tom sprung out of bed and pulled down on Rachel’s bra revealing an erect nipple. “See!”
Rachel stepped Tom’s hand away and pulled up on her bra, “That’s cheating. It’s cold in here.”
“Uh-huh.” Tom said with skepticism.
Rachel went to the bathroom. Tom got out of his bathing suit and put on a pair of pajama pants. He got under the covers.
Tom could see Rachel’s goosebumps from across the room. “It’s cold in here.” Rachel jumped under the covers. “Do your job and warm me up.”
“I am an inferno. I’m surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust on the beach.”
“I hope you put on more sunscreen or else you just might.”
Rachel curled up into a fetal position on her left side. Tom spooned Rachel from behind.
“What are you thinking about?” Rachel wondered
“You know.”
“I can tell.”
Tom started rubbing Rachel’s thigh. The upstrokes massaging her ass. On every upstroke, Tom pinky kept getting closer and closer to her crack. Rachel started to let her mind go into the gutter.
Tom interrupted his thigh massage to pull at the hooks that keep Rachel’s bra in tact. Rachel helped him by removing her bottoms. Tom started to kiss the nape of her neck.
Rachel reached around and grabbed Tom’s cock. “Fuck, I need this.”
“Why is that baby?”
"I want you to make me look like those women on the beach. I want to waddle around with a biiiiiggg belly that you put there.”
“MMMMMmmm…I want to see you swell with my seed. You won’t be able to fit in that bra by Halloween."
Rachel lifted her leg allowing Tom to slide his cock in.
Biting her lip she cooed, "I don’t want to fit into it by the end of the summer.”
“You are a godsend.”
Tom started thrusting. Their breath started to quicken.
“God I want to dump a giant load in your pussy.”
“Not yet. I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Tom pulled out. Rachel got on all fours, Tom mounted her from behind. Tom quickly reinserted his moist rod. Rachel was soaked.
“You are really wet.”
“All this talk. I can’t control myself.”
Tom started to thrust. Rachel grabbed a fistful of pillow. The arched headboard started to bump against the white wall.
“This feels incredible” Rachel could barely get the words out.
Tom slowed down his thrusting and started to push in deeper. Rachel caught her breath.
“Oh baby this feels so good.” Tom was desperately trying not to cum.
“I’m thinking about what this is going…nnnnggghh…be like in 9 months….nnnghhh.
Can you imagine my belly touching the bed….nghhhhh.”
You are going to be huge.”
“I hope so. You are going to look incredible. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
"Stop thinking and give it to me. I can’t grow without it.”
Tom started to quicken his thrusting.
“Here it comes baby.”
"Knock me up baby. Make me a mommy.” Rachel reached underneath to massage his balls. "Wow, he’s tight” she thought.
“NNNggghhhh." Like that Tom unleashed ropes of cum into her fertile pussy.
“Yeahhhhh.” Rachel cheered on Tom. “Give it all to me.”
“FUCK!” Tom was in ecstacy. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It’s like he hit the jackpot.
Rachel put her face down on the sofa, her ass still in the air.
“Want me to get you off” Tom whispered to Rachel.
Rachel turned over and laid on her back.
“Baby, you were amazing.” Rachel still overwhelmed with love.
“Not yet.” Tom started to finger Rachel’s clit.
“I hope that load was it. I hope that’s the one that makes you swell into my fertility goddess. Your figure looks amazing now, but I don’t know what words I’ll have when you have that huge round belly, tits so swollen that the lay on top of your belly.”
“NNNGGGgghhhh. That’s so hot.” Smiling Rachel added, “My shitty diet is doing that already.”
“I hope you outgrow all of your bras. Think about it. Your tits so big that I can hold them in my hand, milk dribbling all down my arms.”
Rachel just came as hard as she ever has, panting like she just ran a 5K.
“Fuck, I can’t believe how baby crazy I am.”
"Neither can I.”
The rest of the week went on just like that. Both Rachel and Tom ferociously fucking each other. By the end of the week, they needed a vacation from their vacation. They both were so sore.
To be continued
