I've been hitting the drive through for Long John Silvers a lot the last few weeks as part of my route. There's a busty young woman who I was pretty sure was starting to bulge out.

Today when I went through she's clearly popped outward and there is no denying it. Tight shiny black shirt clung nice and close to her curves today. Definitely a nice sight to see.

Nice "In the Wild" sighting and depiction, thanks.

I had a similar experience last night. My buddy is a bartender in a local casino, so I'll go out and buy a beer from him on a Saturday night if I'm free. Last night one of his female coworkers caught my eye. Female bartenders always wear tight, low-cut clothing. She was working the other side of the island and her butt had definitely grown plumper. Then she turned around and, oh my god, she was nicely pregnant. Her tummy was straining against her tight shirt and her boobs had EXPLODED. They bounced and shook all over the place and the view when she bent over the cooler was pure ecstasy. Her tummy wasn't too large yet, but she was clearly getting there. The best part was that she was starting to struggle under the load. The bar was busy and she had to move fast, but she couldn't help it. She was starting to waddle. I love seeing pregnant women struggle and I will really enjoy following her progress.

(July 30, 2018, 5:28 am)jfingers I had a similar experience last night. My buddy is a bartender in a local casino, so I'll go out and buy a beer from him on a Saturday night if I'm free. Last night one of his female coworkers caught my eye. Female bartenders always wear tight, low-cut clothing. She was working the other side of the island and her butt had definitely grown plumper. Then she turned around and, oh my god, she was nicely pregnant. Her tummy was straining against her tight shirt and her boobs had EXPLODED. They bounced and shook all over the place and the view when she bent over the cooler was pure ecstasy. Her tummy wasn't too large yet, but she was clearly getting there. The best part was that she was starting to struggle under the load. The bar was busy and she had to move fast, but she couldn't help it. She was starting to waddle. I love seeing pregnant women struggle and I will really enjoy following her progress.

Im never one to tell my stories but I have a few like that. I was in a computer store awhile ago and one of the employees looked ready to drop and I was in a bar and the bartender was about maybe six months? The computer store lady was doing her best to work and couldnt hide that she was very tired and shouldve been on leave. When she went to do some work on the stock and adjust some laptops her belly almost hit the table as she leaned forward. She had the kind of beauty that the pregnancy complimented. I wouldve spoken to her but I was with family at the time. Embarrassingly enough they know of my love for pregnant women as they saw it on my computer when I lived with them. That doesnt mean its something we speak about. A comment was just made as to how large she was. I told them her belly almost hit the table. One person winced, another laughed. I explained I felt sorry for her being on her feet all day in that job with those sneaks. It looked like she had either a pair of Converse All Stars or Vans on. Clearly there was no real cushioning for her feet. Family agreed and that was all that was said. The bartender not so much. She was a lot more talkative and just about as large yet her overall look wasnt for me. She had almost everything tatooed and her almost skintight jersey didnt help her appearance. I wasnt interested at her all all but we did speak and joke as I drank.

My luck holds this week. I recently joined a community center and went over today for the first time to take a swim. Well, I was slogging up and down the lane for a while before taking a break. The woman in the next lane swam slowly up to the wall next to me. She was very pretty and wearing a conservative two-piece suit. Okay... Then she stood up and wow! Nice, big, smooth, round tummy. We paced each other for a length or two before she started to talk. She was standing in the shallow water stretching and lifting her tummy nice and high. "I'm seven months pregnant," she smiled, "and just trying to keep some kind of muscle tone." I told her she was doing fine, but she made a face. "Well, look at the bright side," I said, "Your stroke may be a little off for now, but look how well you can float." She laughed, rolled over onto her back, and let her belly bob like a cork while she paddled around. Nice and smooth with no stretch marks. I will for sure be back there again same time next week to see how she's doing.