I am looking for some stories that were posted on now defunct websites.

1 - Birth Karma which I believe was written by Dropster
2 - My Aunt's First Birth I don't know who the author was
3 - Pregnant With A Black Man's Baby by Stevie D
4 - I don't know the title but was a somewhat sequel (different characters) to Belly Love and was also written by Stevie D. The female character get pregnant then dates and falls in love with a firefighter with a large Italian family, goes into labor while on the radio following a small earthquake.

Any other stories by Dropster, Stevie D or any other recommendations are also welcome.

Rachel's Story -- A Pregnancy Romance

By Stevie D.

Rachel Howell didn't notice the dark clouds of the brewing thunderstorm or hear the rumbles of thunder as she went into her downtown Seattle apartment building. The 24-year-old radio personality didn't remember pressing the elevator button to go to her sixth floor apartment either. It was something she never would have done under normal circumstances. Her mind was elsewhere--on the peanut of a baby inside her. She was pregnant. There, she had actually put the thoughts into a mental sentence. When she left her apartment this morning she was single and carefree except for a little feeling that something wasn't quite right with her body. Now coming back to her apartment, she was going to be someone's mother.
Without warning the lights went out and the elevator came to a sudden stop snapping Rachel back to reality. Frantically she found the control panel and began pressing buttons but nothing happened. Her heart was pounding and she had trouble getting her breath. She was terribly claustrophobic and never took elevators. But then she never went to wild parties concerts and came home pregnant either.
"HELP! I'm trapped in here," Rachel shouted then realized she wasn't the only person trapped in a small dark place.
It all started six weeks ago when the radio station she worked at received free tickets to a grunge band reunion concert. When she told her best friend Amber Kay about them, she thought it would be a great time so Rachel got them each a ticket. The music was so loud Rachel couldn't hear a word her best friend was saying then someone picked her up and tossed her in the mosh pit. Somewhere along the line someone gave her something to drink and that's the last thing she remembered until she woke up in her own bed the next morning.
"I will NEVER, EVER do anything that crazy again," she told Amber Kay when her best friend told her that she'd found her passed out and two guys helped carry her to the car.
Suddenly there was a flicker of light and then the elevator emergency light came on. It wasn't very bright but she was able to find the phone. "Hello....hello! I'm trapped in an elevator," she said.
"A major transformer was hit by lighting," a male voice said. "Power will be out for a couple hours. I'll get someone to you as quickly as we can."
"I hope it's while I can still fit in my cloths," she thought as she moved a hand to her flat stomach.
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A week or so something just felt out of kilter with her body. Usually Rachel had energy to burn but suddenly she was feeling tired in the middle of her radio advice show and once when she tried to stand up too fast she got dizzy and had to sit down. Lately every half hour when the news update came on, she had to hurry down the hall to pee. When she made an appointment with her doctor, Rachel was sure she had something like mono or a bladder infection so it didn't seem unusual when Dr. Freeman had her give a urine sample and sent a sample of blood to the lab.
"Rachel, you're pregnant," Dr. Freeman told her as she nearly fainted.
"I can't be! I haven't had sex with anyone in at least six months," she said.
"What we're talking about here is more like six weeks," her gynecologist told her.
Frantically Rachel's mind raced until it came to a screeching halt. "THE CONCERT! Somebody must have out something in that drink. That's why I can't remember anything."
"Maybe I can be pregnant," she said lowly then told Dr. Freeman what she thought had happened."You do have options, Rachel. You can terminate the pregnancy or if that's against your moral values, you can have the baby and put it up for adoption if you don't want to keep it," he said. "You have a little time to think about it, but not too much. I'm going to give you some prenatal vitamins. I don't want to influence your decision but I want the fetus to have a good start just in case you decide against having an abortion."
Just when Rachel was about to give up she heard banging sounds coming from above her. At first she thought the elevator car was going to drop but then she heard voices.
"HELP! IS ANYBODY HERE? GET ME OUT OF HERE," she shouted as suddenly a panel in the cealing of the elevator opened and a bright light shined down on her.
"We'll have you out of here in no time," a wonderfully masculine voice said. "Are you hurt? Do you have any medical conditions?"
"I'm pregnant," she blurted out then blushed.
"You're not having it now are you? Are you having contractions," the fireman asked.
"No......nothing like that. I'm just scared. I HATE being alone in closed in places," Rachel answered.
The next thing she knew, the fireman jumped into the elevator landing in a big pile beside her, then shined his flashlight over her body.
The firefighter couldn't believe his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was about 5'6" with shoulder length light brown hair that he could see strands of blonde in. Her lovely blue eyes were filled with fear. He tried to find comforting words to tell her but his brain was short circuited by his desire to take her in his arms. Something seemed very familiar about this woman, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"You don't look pregnant," was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"I just found out today," Rachel told him.
"Congratulations. Can we call your husband to tell him you're OK," he asked.
"I don't have a husband, or a boyfriend, or ANYTHING," she said.
"Your name wouldn't happen to be Mary, would it," he asked smiling.
"No, it's Rachel," she said before she got his attempt at humor.
"Hey, I know you! You're Ask Rachel," another fireman exclaimed from above. "We listen to your radio show all the time at the fire station."
"And look at your picture on the billboard across the street and have fantasies about taking you to bed," the first fireman thought to himself.
"Where's Falcone," another guff voice asked.
"Johnny jumped in," another firefighter laughed.
"We're supposed to be rescuing one here, not two," the gruff voice said.
In a matter of minutes they lowered a ladder into the elevator and she climbed out while the one named Johnny held on to her to make sure she didn't fall.
When they were both out of the elevator and standing on solid ground again, Johnny didn't want to let Rachel go. She was such a delicate thing and she smelled so good. Even though he'd just met her in person, he felt like he already knew her from listening to her all the time on the radio. He didn't know anything about how she had gotten pregnant, but he felt a strong urge to protect her. Even though he knew he was going to get a lot of ribbing from his fellow firefighters, Johnny walked Rachel up the two flights of stairs to her apartment and delivered her to her door.
"I don't know how to thank you for saving me," Rachel said looking up at the firefighter who had rescued her. It was only then that she realized how handsome he was. He was at least 6'4" with dark brown hair and a dark complexion. To use the words of her best friend Amber Kay, the man was a hunk.
"Letting me take you in my arms and kiss you senseless would be a good place to start," Johnny thought.
"It was nothing. You take care of yourself," told her as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. Rachel's brain totally short circuited and she was speechless--something she never was--as he walked away.
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"OH MY GOD! You were trapped in an elevator and saved by a hunky fireman and you didn't get his name," her best friend asked in amazement.
"It was Johnny something...he's Italian," Rachel said.
"Well that really narrows it down," Amber Kay laughed.
"What can I tell you! I was in shock," she said.
"Well you might not know his name, Rachel Howell, but he knows yours. Hell, most of Seattle does. Besides, he knows where you live," Amber Kay smiled.
"There's something else I didn't tell you.....a GIGANTIC something. I'm pregnant," Rachel told her.
"But you're not even seeing anybody......oh my God, it happened at the concert didn't it," her best friend asked. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Isn't it ironic....I make my living giving advice to other people and I don't even know what I should do," she smiled sadly.
"Well, whatever you decide, you know that I'll be here for you," Amber Kay told her.
Rachel loved her job. She majored in psychology and minored in broadcasting so she could help as many people through their problems as she could. Although she couldn't complain about her childhood, it was difficult growing up in an orphanage after her parents were killed in a car crash and no relative would take her in. She was very lucky to earn a full scholarship and find a job at a Seattle radio station that wanted a fresh, new face for their call-in advice show. The 24-year-old was in her element on the radio. Most of the time the problems people had were solved by common sense and not her education, but it gave her a sense of pride to know she was helping people just like the hunky firefighter she couldn't get out of her mind.
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Johnny couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. It didn't help that there was a 50 foot billboard with her picture on it hanging from the building across the street from the station. Plus it had been a slow day, only five fire calls and none of them were serious. When it was time for Ask Rachel to come on, everybody gathered around the radio and either agreed or disagreed with the advice she was giving to people. Johnny realized that he agreed with it most of the time.
"Before I go for the evening, I'd like to thank all the brave, handsome firefighters at Station 47 who rescued me yesterday," Johnny heard her say. "You guys are the greatest."
Johnny kept looking at the set of earrings in the little plastic bag for days. They looked expensive and he was hoping that Rachel would call him to see if he'd found them. But that was taking a coward's way out, and nobody was going to call Johnny Falcone a coward.
Rachel had just finished washing her hair and it was wrapped in a towel when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Amber Kay, she opened to find Johnny the handsome firefighter standing there. Immediately the 24-year-old wished she was wearing more than a pair of cutoff jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. She couldn't help blushing as Johnny checked her out from head to toe.
"Get a good look now buster because this body is going to be doing some serious growing soon."
"I figured these were your's.....I found them in my turnout gear," Johnny finally said.
"MY EARRINGS! I thought they were gone forever! Thank you so much," she said wrapping her arms around her. Wordlessly they both marveled at how well their bodies fit together, but Rachel knew it wouldn't be that way for long.
"I was wondering....if you would go out to dinner with me," Johnny asked.
"I don't know.......you do remember that I'm pregnant. My life is pretty messed up right now, considering my job is to straighten them out," Rachel smiled.
"I remember. It sounds like you could use someone to talk to yourself," he said.
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A taste of spring was in the Seattle air as Rachel started her second month of pregnancy in June. She had figeted for an hour about what to wear on her casual date with Johnny before deciding on a pair of comfortable jeans and a pale pink knit top that clung to her slender shape. When Johnny came to pick her up he thought she was so beautiful with her long light brown hair down that he was at a loss for words. He decided to take her to an Italian restaurant in his neighborhood so at least he would be on his own turf.
As soon as Rachel smelled the combination of onions and garlic, she knew she was going to be terribly sick. She cupped a hand over her mouth and wordlessly informed Johnny of her distress. He guided her quickly through the restaurant to the bathroom where she huddled over the toilet throwing up until her stomach was empty. Splashing some cold water on her pale face, she opened the bathroom door to find Johnny pacing.
"Are you all right," he asked worriedly.
"Just a touch of morning sickness," she smiled but it was a weak one.
"If that was a touch I don't want to see it full blast," he said. "Do you want to go home?"
"No. I feel better now. In fact, I'm starved," Rachel told him.
At first Johnny was worried but Rachel's color improved as soon as the waiter sat a giant plate of spaghetti and meatballs down in front of her.
"Oh my God! This is so good," she exclamed then licked spaghetti sauce from the edge of her mouth as the crotch of Johnny's jeans tighened considerably. He tried to tell himself that she was off limits, she was going to have another man's baby. But another part told him that she didn't even remember the man or the act that made her that way. "I'm glad you brought me here," she told him as he realized he was entering dangerous territory.
Almost as soon as they got into Johnny's Range Rover, Rachel was yawning. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I took a nap this afternoon," she said. But he did. He remembered his sister complaining all the time about being tired when she was pregnant wth his niece. The next thing he knew, she was leaning against him with her head on his shoulder. She was sound asleep. When he got back to the apartment building, he didn't want to wake her up. Rachel stirred a bit when he picked her up, but then went back to sleep melting bonelessly in his arms. God, she was beautiful when she was sleeping.
Another resident of the building smiled as she looked at Johnny carrying Rachel and opened the door and then pressed the elevator button to take them to the sixth floor. But he couldn't hold her and open her apartment door at the same time.
"Rachel......wake up," he said as she heard his voice in her dream.
"Where are we," she said stirring awake.
"At your apartment. You need to let us in," Johnny told me.
"Boy am I a great date! First I barf and then I fall asleep. I'm so sorry for being such a party pooper," she smiled.
"I had a wonderful time," Johnny said and realized that he was telling her the truth. "But if you insist, I'll give you a second chance to make a better impression."
Before going upstairs to his apartment, Johnny stopped at the Italian restaurant owned by his sister and brother in law. Even though the restaurant was closed., he had a key so he could keep an eye on the place. He knew his sister Gina would be in the back either cleaning up or getting ready for the next day.
"What did you take when you had morning sickness," he asked.
"Why, do you have it," she giggled.
"No, smart ass, but I have a friend who does,"he told her.
"Just how close is this pregnant friend," Gina asked.
"None of your business," he answered.
"Too late, you already told me," she said. "Tell her to put some crackers on her nightstand and eat them before she gets out of bed in the morning. If that doesn't work, she should drink some 7-Up or ginger ale."
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Rachel was sick again the next morning. Dressed in an oversized Seahawks jersey, she was knealing in front of the toilet holding back her light brown hair as she threw up until there was nothing left. The doorbell rang. It was probably Amber Kay coming to see how her date went. Opening the door, she found Johnny standing there with a bag of groceries.
"What are you doing here," she asked as he walked right by her and into the kitchen where he filled a glass with ginger ale.
"Here, drink this. It will make you feel better," Johnny told her.
After a couple sips of ginger ale, Rachel realized he was right.
"My sister told me about it.....and these crackers are supposed to help too. She said to put some on your nightstand," he told her.
"You are so sweet! Coming all the way here to bring me this stuff," she said.
"There's something else. I forgot to give you this, too," he said gathering Rachel in his arms and kissing her with so much passion it took her breath away as she stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around him. When they broke apart they were both breathing hard.
"Johnny...this is wonderful....but I'm so messed up right now. I'm pregnant and I don't know if I want to be. And I'm running out of time to make a decision," she told him.
"OK, we'll go at your pace," he told her. "But just remember that I'm here for you. You don't have to do this alone."
Rachel was 10 weeks pregnant when she began noticing changes to her 24-year-old body. She was taking a shower one morning when she noticed how tender her breasts were. As she cupped them in her hands, they seemed a little puffier than their normal B cup size. Slipping into her oldest most comfortable pair of jeans, she fastened them around her waist and immediately noticed how snug they were. Even though she hadn't made up her mind what to do, her unborn baby had decided it was time to start growing.
Almost two weeks later Rachel was days away from the deadline Dr. Freeman had given her and her mind was finally made up. She was almost three months pregnant and her body felt more pregnant every day. Even though she wasn't certain exactly what pregnant felt like. Maybe it was as much mental as physical. Rachel knew if she did give birth, she would never be able to give the baby away. So there it was. She was going to be a mother, even though the thought scared her to death. Now she had to tell everyone in her life her decision--and in her case--that meant most of Seattle.
Johnny was giving Rachel the space she asked for, but it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. She called often and they chatted about little things in their lives, but not the BIG little thing. Johnny believed that once you made a committment, you stuck to it. He was ready to committ to taking care of Rachel and her baby, even though it wasn't his.
"We're going to change the format tonight, folks," Rachel said into the microphone in the darkened radio studio. "Usually I'm the one giving the advice, but tonight I'm asking for yours. About three months ago I went to a concert and took a drink from a stranger. That's the last thing I remember about that night, but it's left me something I'm going to remember forever. I'm pregnant....single and pregnant. I'm pretty sure what I want to do. But tonight I'm asking for your advice, and more importantly, your support."
Immediately the phone boards lit up like a Christmas tree. Over the next four hours, a few listeners told Rachel that she should have an abortion but they were a small minority of the calls. Some felt she give the baby up for adoption, but most felt she would make a terrific mother including a caller named Johnny F. Rachel's heart skipped a beat when she recognized his voice. "I think any child who ends up with you as it's mother is really hitting the lottery," he told her. When she left the radio station to go home, the 24-year-old felt humbled by all the support she received from her listeners and for the first time she really believed she could have the baby that was growing inside her.
When Rachel got back to her apartment. she found Johnny sitting on the floor holding a bouquet of roses.
"These are for you, Rachel," he told her. "What you did on your radio show was brave and smart. Everyone in Seattle already likes you, now they will love you too."
"What about you Johnny? Do you love me," she thought, but maybe she said the words out loud because the next thing she knew the apartment door was open and once they were behind the closed door she was in Johnny's arms and they were kissing passionately.
"I want you so much, Rachel," he whispered.
"Me too! I want you to make love to me, Johnny," Rachel said between kisses.
Once they were in Rachel's bedroom Johnny didn't know where to start. Taking the hem of her orange pullover top, he pulled it slowly up, revealing a pale orange bra with nearly overflowing breasts. He didn't remember them being this big when he's held her before. Once he pulled the top completely off, he brushed her long light brown hair back in place with his fingers.
"You are so beautiful, Rachel," he said in awe.
"Well, get a good look now, buster, because I'm going to be doing a lot of changing," she giggled as he kissed her nose.
"You are going to be even more beautiful in the months ahead," Johnny told her.
"Even with a huge belly," she asked.
"I'm going to love every inch of you, Rachel. That's a promise and a Falcone always keeps his promises," he answered.
Johnny noticed that Rachel wasn't wearing a belt anymore and he had a little trouble unfastening her jeans. But all was forgotten when he started pulling her jeans down and found her skimpy pale orange panties. His cock was rock hard as he pulled the jeans down over Rachel's sexy legs.
"One of us is overdressed here," Rachel smiled.
There was nothing timid about the way Rachel undressed Johnny. She pulled his uniform shirt out of his pants and quickly went to work on the buttons but since he was so much taller than her, he willinging pulled off his T-shirt. Rachel unhooked his belt and unfastened his blue uniform pants quickly but when she started pulling them down and revealed the bulge in his undershorts she gasped and stopped.
"See what you do to me, Rachel," he asked. "I want you so much."
"Oh yes, Johnny! I want you too," she whispered.
Rachel had alwas dreamed about being made love to like this. Johnny was touching and kissing her everywhere. She wasn't quite sure when her bra came off but when Johnny's hands fondled her breasts she winced just a little.
"Rachel, is this hurting you," he whispered.
"They're just a little tender....and a little bigger too. Please don't stop," she told him.
Soon her nipples were bullet hard and she was breathing faster. Johnny moved his hands lower to her nearly three months pregnant belly and kissed it as Rachel's heart melted.
"It's really hard," Johnny said.
"Pretty soon it's going to get bigger....I think it already is...my clothes are starting to fit tight," she said and whimpered as Johnny moved his hands lower.
Rachel was in heaven as Johnny rubbed her inner thighs closer and closer to her pregnant pussy. She knew her panties were wet because she could smell her own aroma. When he gently squeezed her crotch, Rachel was sure she was going to come but Johnny backed her off and then took her to the point of orgasm so many times she lost count.
"NOW, JOHNNY! Make love to me now," she panted.
"You don't like my foreplay," he smiled.
"It's at least eightplay or nineplay. But I need you inside me NOW," she answered.
Johnny couldn't believe how beautiful she was laying there in a bed of her long light brown hair. She lifted her sexy bottom off the sheet long enough to pull down her drenched panties then laid there invitingly with her bent knees widely parted. It was an invitation that Johnny couldn't have refused if his life had depended on it. Slowly he moved his body between her legs as he felt her clasp his hard cock with one hand and move it to her dripping pussy.
Rachel wanted to take all of his cock immediately. She just HAD to have him inside her. She tried to buck and make him go faster but Johnny took his time as he pushed inch after inch slowing into her pussy until she was filled like she had never been filled before.
"Are you OK, Rachel," he asked in a voice that told her how hard it was for him to hold back the way he was doing.
"Oh Johnny, I'm WONDERFUL. Don't stop now," she whispered.
Slowly at first, Johnny began moving his thick cock inside Rachel. She was so tight that she fit him like a glove. It wasn't long before Rachel was moving her hips and they found a rhythm that had them moaning and groaning with pleasure.
"Oh Johnny! That feels so good.......I'm gonna come.....oh Johnny, I'M COOOMMMMIIINNNGG," Rachel exclamed as she orgasmed and Johnny shot his load deep into her pregnant body.
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Rachel was 13 weeks pregnant when she went back for her appointment with Dr. Freeman. For the first time since she realiazed she was pregnant, the 24-year-old was happy about having a baby inside her and excited about becoming a mother. She also realized that most of her early pregnancy symptoms were gone or at least not nearly as bad. She hardly ever got morning sickness as long as she nibbled on a few crackers before getting out of bed and she felt much more energetic. Her breasts were still a little tender but that was probably because they were getting too large to fit in her B cup bra properly.
"Oh Rachel, you definately have the pregnancy glow," Dr Freeman said as soon as she went into the examining room. "Is all of your apprehension about having this baby gone?"
"I'm still a little nervious about everything, but I really want this baby," she answered.
The examination was a piece of cake. First Dr. Freeman took her blood pressure and said everything was fine, but that she still should cut her salt intake. Next Rachel stepped onto the scales.
"You've gained five pounds so far, Rachel. That's right about where you should be," the woman obstetrician told her.
"How much weight will gain before I have my baby," she asked.
"I'd like to keep you between 25 and 30 pounds," Dr. Freeman answered. If just five pounds was making her clothes fit snug, Rachel wasn't sure she wanted to think what 30 pounds would do.
But the best part of the checkup was when Dr. Freeman moved the listening piece of the stethoscope over Rachel's little bump and she heard her unborn baby's heart beating at a rate that seemed much too fast.
"Your baby is doing a lot of growing in there, Rachel," her doctor told her. "It will slow down and sound more like the heartbeat you're used to hearing when it gets a little bigger. I'm going to schedule your next appointment a little later, at 18 weeks, so we can do an ultrasound. Maybe you'll be able to see what the baby is then, if it cooperates."
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Johnny couldn't get Rachel out of his mind. Everytime he looked at her face on the billboard near the fire station or heard her voice on the radio he couldn't help remember their lovemaking and how wonderful it was. But that was weeks ago. They had chatted on the phone but their off hours just weren't in sync. Picking up the phone in the captain's office, he dialed the radio station and asked for Rachel.
"Hi Johnny," she said sounding out of breath.
"How are you feeling," he asked looking for the words he wanted to say.
"More pregnant every day. Pretty soon everyone is going to know," she answered.
"I was wondering if you'd like to do something tomorrow. Maybe go out to eat," Johnny suggested.
"You may not want to be seen with me when I'm eating....and you may need to take out a loan to pay the bill," Rachel giggled.
"I think I'll take my chances," he said. After he hung up he was still smiling as he wondered how much more of her there was to love.
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Rachel stood in her bedroom wondering how her 15 weeks pregnant body could change so much seemingly overnight. It was eleven o'clock and Johnny would soon be coming to take her out for lunch and she was still in her bra and panties. "Her overflowing bra and her tight panties," she thought. Suddenly her nothing-to-write-home-about B cup breasts were the size of cantaloupes and her baby bump had doubled in size. "Maybe Johnny won't notice," she thought as she slid a pair of jeans up over her slender legs. But when she tried to fasten them shut, the denim wouldn't come close and she could only pull the zipper up halfway. She had just slipped a purple pullover knit top over head when the doorbell rang.
When Rachel opened the door, Johnny couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Her pretty face was glowing and her light brown hair reached her shoulders. But when he got to her purple top, his eyes stopped abruptly. Her breasts were much larger than he remembered them being.
Rachel started laughing so hard she was practically crying when she saw the look on Johnny's face.
"I see you've found my latest development," she said as she smiled.
"When did it happen" Johnny asked, trying to take his eyes off of Rachel's chest.
"Almost overnight. I just woke up and had melons. Water.....make that MILK balloons," she said and she was off on another gigglling jag.
"The baby is starting to grow." Rachel told him.
When she pulled up her top, Johnny saw that she couldn't close her jeans anymore and they were only half zipped, reveailing hot pink panties. She moved his hand to her pregnant belly and he felt the firm roundness where her baby was growing. He wanted to take her to bed right then and there but he'd promised to take her out. It was going to be a long day for his libido.

never had so much fun. Johnny took her to the Italian community of Seattle and they ate at an outdoor restaurant enjoying a sunny late July day.
"This is SOOOOO good," she exclamed as she took a bite of her second giant piece of pizza. "I can't believe how hungry I am all the time. I need to get some new clothes, I can hardly fit in ANYTHING anymore."
"Do you want to go shopping now," he asked as he wiped a spot of sauce from the edge of her mouth.
"Oh, could we, Johnny? I HATE shopping alone," she told him.
Johnny was experiencing the most painful pleasure he'd ever felt. He tried to stay in the background at the maternity store while Rachel decided what type of maternity bra suited her best. The thought of her suddenly ample breasts in his hands was enough to make him uncomfortably hard and it didn't get any better as she weighed the merits of maternity panties with a stretchy front panel and ones with a narrow elastic band at the hips.
She was having a WONDERFUL time! Shopping for maternity clothes was so much more fun with Johnny along. Since she really didn't have to dress up for work, she picked out jeans and shorts with stretchy panels that went under her belly or ones with drawstrings she could loosen as her belly got bigger. Johnny helped her pick out colorful maternity tops that would accomodate her bump but not hide it. Rachel found a couple sundresses she really liked and blushed when Johnny told her she was beautiful in them.
"I'm falling in love with him, "the thought was suddenly in her head. "I'm in love with Johnny."
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Rachel was quiet as they drove back to her apartment but Johnny figured she was just tired. Closing the door behind them, they heaped the bags containing her new maternity wardrobe on the sofa. "Johnny...." was all she said before lauching herself into his arms. Holding Rachel in his arms felt like heaven to Johnny. They were kissing as their bodies pressed together. He was surprised when she pressed her tongue against his lips but he willingly let her's in and soon their tongues were dancing as they held each other even tighter.
"Make love to me, Johnny," she said as her heart pounded in her chest. Taking his hand, she led him to her bedroom.
They were kissing again as Rachel took his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it. Johnny wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but he wasn't about to argue. She unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper before he willingly stepped out of them. Unable to remain placid anymore, Johnny took her face between his hands and when she was looking at him he gave her a kiss that he hoped told her everything he was feeling.
Rachel took a deep breath as Johnny took ahold of the hem of her purple knit top and pulled it up over her head and then slid the zipper of her jeans the rest of the way down before he pulled them down over her legs so she could step out of them. She'd never had sex in broad daylight before but her heart was overflowing with love for this man.
Somehow they ended up in her bed, their bodies pressing together. Johnny reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her suddenly full C cup breasts. Rachel was moaning with pleasure as he fondled them until her nipples were hard and her breathing was quickened. She couldn't help smiling as she felt Johnny's erection pressing against her thigh. Moving her hand to touch it, she heard his intake of air. Johnny's hands moved lower to her 15 weeks pregnant bump and rubbed the smooth firmness.
"I'm getting a belly," she sighed.
"It's going to be a beautiful belly, Rachel," he told her as he moved his hands to her inner thighs and she moved her knees apart for him. Soon she was so arroused she couldn't keep still on the sheet.
"Johnny, I'm SOOOOO WET! Make love to me," she moaned as he crawled between her legs and she guided his hard cock to her dripping pussy. With a gentle thrust, their bodies were one.....or more like one and a third...as they worked in perfect rhythm.
"Oh Johnny! You're making me cum! I'M GONNA CUM......UUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGGG," she groaned as her orgasm overpowered her and Johnny shot his manhood into her four months pregnant body.
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Rachel used to be so wound up after doing her talk show that she stayed awake for hours after it ended at 11 p.m. Now she was in bed as soon as she got home and it was usually 10 a.m. before she stirred awake with an urgent need to pee as the baby was taking up more space inside her 17 weeks pregnant body.
The soon-to-be 25-year-old was taking a warm shower when she felt a tiny movement, just a little flutter, from deep inside her womb. Dropping the wash cloth, she was perfectly still until she felt it again. "You're moving! I was wondering what you would feel like in there. Your mommy love you very much," Rachel told her passenger as she rubbed her rounding belly.
Wrapped in only a towel, Rachel went back to her bedroom and turned on the radio just in time to catch the news. "A seven-alarm fire destroyed an electronics warehouse and sent several Seattle firefighters to the hospital with a variety of injuries," the announcer said just as her cell phone rang.
"Rachel, this is Gina Cellini, Johnny's sister. He was injured last night and he is asking for you," she said.
"Where is he," she asked as her heart beat frantically.
"He's at Harborview Medical Center....in intensive care," Gina answered.
Rachel didn't remember hanging up. She pulled a maternity top over her bare chest, slipped on a pair of her new maternity shorts and hurried to the parking garage and her car. Minutes later, she charged into the intensive care unit to find Johnny's whole family waiting.
"How's Johnny," she asked breathlessly.
"I'm Gina, Johnny's sister. Nothing is life-threatening, thank God. He breathed in too much smoke and some flames got to his lungs, and he has a concussion," his sister, who looked a few years older than Rachel told her.
"Miss Howell, Johnny has been asking for you," a nurse said from the doorway.
"You and not his momma," a middle-aged women who was a tinier version of Gina said with an Italian accent as she looked at Rachel's pregnant belly.
Except for some bumps and bruises and a bandage on his head, Johnny didn't look nearly as bad as she feared he would.
"Don't let him talk too much, he just came off the ventilator and his voice is scratchy," the nurse told her. "He needs to give his lungs time to heal."
"Oh Johnny! I was so worried about you," Rachel said as she sat close to his hospital bed.
"I'm OK...." he started.
"You're not supposed to talk," she stopped him.
"Rachel....I love you...I love you and....the baby," he struggled to say.
"Oh Johnny! I love you too! I love you so much I could drown in it," she exclamed as she kissed him and felt the baby flutter again. "I can feel the baby moving. It feels so wonderful."
Rachel hated leaving Johnny's room but it was the only way he would stop talking. She wasn't sure what to make of the Falcone family. His sister Gina was really nice and asked her about the baby and how she was feeling. His two older brothers, Frank and Tony were cordial but they seemed a lot quieter than Johnny. Mrs. Falcone didn't seem to like her much and that made her sad. She kept looking at Rachel's belly and made her wonder if Johnny's mother would ever accept her baby if she and Johnny ever got married.
"Don't worry about momma, Rachel," Gina told her. "Johnny is her baby and he's always been her favorite. Besides, she was really scared, my dad was a firefighter and killed in a fire when we were kids."
Even though Rachel knew that Johnny was going to be fine, it was hard keeping her mind on the people who called in to her radio show. As soon as she was off the air she hurried back to the hospital where she found Johnny dressed and sitting on his bed and a nurse there who didn't look too happy.
"He wants to leave but I can't let him go unless somebody is with him to wake him up every few hours. He suffered a concussion and it's standard procedure," the nurse said.
"I will take care of him." Rachel said as she felt the baby flutter inside her 17 weeks pregnant belly.
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Rachel knew she was stalling. The warm bubble bath she had turned chilly and her skin was beginning to wrinkle from being in the water for so long.
"But maybe that's a good thing," the 24-year-old thought to herself. She hadn't made love with Johnny in two weeks. Her pregnant belly had seemed to blossom in that time. She couldn't help wondering if he would still find her attractive and worrying what she would do if he didn't. Even though they'd made love a couple times, they'd never slept together, and to Rachel that seemed much more intimate.
Getting out of the tub, Rachel needed all of a bath towel to dry off her 17 weeks pregnant body. Then she tried to decide what to wear to bed--her usual oversized Seahawks T-shirt or the sexy maternity teddies she couldn't resist buying. The doctor said that Johnny was supposed to take it easy so maybe tempting him wasn't a good idea...if he still found her changing body attractive. Finally she slipped on the T-shirt and padded barefoot to her bedroom where she found Johnny sound asleep.
When Johnny woke up in the middle of the night, he and Rachel were sleeping like spoons and he had his left hand resting on her firm four months pregnant belly. It was definately bigger than the last time they were together and her bump was so firm and smooth. She whimpered in her sleep and shifted in his arms, leaning her body into his. She smelled like fresh strawberries and holding her this way was making Johnny hard. Slowly he moved his hands higher under her baggy shirt until he found her bare breasts and began fondling them.
"Don't start anything you can't finish, Buster," Rachel yawned as she stirred awake. But she didn't seem to mind and soon she was breathing rapidly. "Johnny....the doctor said you aren't supposed to exert yourself," she said breathlessly.
"This isn't strenuous......loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," he said kissing her nose.
"Oh Johnny! I love you too," Rachel exclamed as they kissed passionately.
Soon Rachel's nipples were rock hard and she was breathing rapidly . She moaned with pleasure when Johnny moved a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her crotch through her maternity panties. Soon she could smell her aroma and she knew she was getting wet.
"Please Johnny! Make love to me now," Rachel whispered as she lifted her bottom off the sheet so he could pull down her drenched panties, then she laid there with her bent knees wide apart as Johnny moved between them as she guided his long, thick cock to her opening. With a gentle thrust they were making love as Rachel moved her hips with Johnny's thrusts until she felt the sexual energy building inside her.
"OH Johnny! This feels SOOOOOO good. I'm gonna come......oh my God, I'm coming......I'M COMMMMMMING," Rachel exclamed as she had a powerful orgasm and Johnny sent his manhood deep into her already occupied womb.
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Bright mid-August sunshine was streaming through her bedroom window when Rachel woke from a sound sleep. When she felt her unborn baby fluttered she smiled and moved a hand to her rounded four months pregnant belly.
"Good morning precious baby! Your mommy loves you so much," the 24-year-old told her passenger. "Boy does your mommy have to pee."
Rachel's unborn baby became even more active under the warm water of the shower as she moved a wash cloth over her rounded belly. She was definately getting bigger and needed all of the giant bath towel to dry herself off. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she watched herself as she held her heavy C cup breasts in her hands. The rings around her nipples were now a rich brown and the line running down the middle of her her firm, smooth belly was getting darker too. Standing sideways, Rachel rubbed her hands over the curve of her four months pregnant belly and marveled at how her body was changing.
Back in her bedroom, Rachel slipped on white bikini maternity panties then lifted her breasts into a sports bra. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled a pair of orange maternity shorts over her slender tanned legs that buttoned on a white top, which her rounded 18 weeks pregnant belly was visible though. After adding her sandals, she was ready for her doctor's appointment with Dr. Freeman.
"Pregnancy sure is agreeing with you, young lady," her obstetrician told her. "You are absolutely glowing."
"That's what Johnny says," Rachel thought then realized she'd said it out loud.
"Is Johnny your young man." Dr. Freeman asked.
"Yes," she answered, feeling herself blush. "He was going to try to be here but he must be busy.....he's a firefighter."
Dr. Freeman put the blood pressure cuff on her right arm then pumped it up and slowly loosened the grip.
"Your blood pressure is perfect, Rachel. Now step on the scales," he said and she complied, ever so reluctantly. "You've gained 11 pounds. That's excellent for a first time mother. Some pregnant women think they can make themselves show faster by eating more, but it doesn't work that way."
Rachel laid on the examining table with her maternity top unbuttoned and wide open and her shorts pulled down below the base of her rounded belly. Dr. Freeman was about to smear bluish gel over her smooth stomach when the receptionist peeked in the examining room.
"There is a handsome man in a uniform who wants to know if he can join you," she smiled.
JOHNNY, Rachel thought as she breathed a sigh of relief and felt her heart melt.
"This is going to be a little cold," Dr. Freeman said as he applied the gel to her rounded belly and Johnny held her hand. She looked in his eyes and hoped she was telling him all the things she wanted to say....that she loved him.
Rachel held her breath and Johnny's hand as the doctor moved the doppler wand over her unborn baby.
"Here we go, Rachel and Johnny. Look at the monitor if you want to see what the baby is," Dr. Freeman said. Staring in amazement at the screen, they watched as the baby moved its legs apart.
"It's a boy.....I'm having a baby boy," she said as tears streaked down her cheeks and Johnny leaned over to kiss her. Usually he wasn't at a loss for words, but as he saw the tiny baby boy on the screen, Johnny knew that he wanted to be there when Rachel's son....his son....took his first step and rode his first bicycle and hit his first baseball.
While Rachel was going to the restroom and getting dressed, Dr. Freeman slipped a small booklet into Johnny's hand. When he looked at the title, "Comfortable sex positions for pregnancy," he couldn't help blushing all the way though his dark complexion.
"It's really okay if Rachel and I....."he started and paused.
"Rachel is in perfect health and having an easy pregnancy," Dr. Freeman told him. "Unless I tell you to stop, you should be able to have sexual relations almost up to the baby's delivery...in fact, it will make the delivery easier because Rachel will be using muscles she'll need when she is pushing."
The pair left the doctor's office hand-in-hand and as they enjoyed walking in the warm August air, Rachel noticed that everyone they passed was smiling at them. IT'S LIKE THEY'RE SHARING MY HAPPINESS, she thought as her unborn son tossed and turned inside her 18 weeks pregnant belly.
"Are you hungry," Johnny asked.
"Lately I'm ALWAYS hungry," Rachel moaned.
"What do you want," he questioned.
"The baby wants something Italian," placing her hand on her growing baby bump, she smiled and blushed, " and so does his mommy."
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Johnny was happy that Rachel seemed excited about learning more about the Seattle Italian community that he loved nearly as much as he realized he loved her. His sister Gina and her husband Marco were working behind the counter when he led Rachel into the restaurant they owned. His sisters eyes went from Rachel's pregnant belly, to their held hands and then to Johnny's eyes as she smiled.
"What are you two......two and a half.....doing here," Gina asked.
"I just had my checkup and now I'm craving Italian food," Rachel answered as she smelled the wonderful aroma.
"Well, we can take care of that. How did your checkup go," Johnny's sister asked.
"Terrific! We got to see the baby and we know it's a boy," Rachel answered and Gina glanced at her brother again. There was no doubt in her mind, he'd definately fallen in love.
"Congratulations! Too bad you aren't having a girl. I could give you TON'S of Maria's baby clothes. Maybe you can use some of her newborn stuff. Nobody will be able to tell the difference," she smiled.
"We'll be able to tell the difference. We're getting him boy clothes," Johnny said as Gina grinned.
"Oh my God! This is SOOOO good," Rachel moaned as she ate her second slice of pizza with everything on it. The sounds of pleasure she was making while eating was making Johnny so hard he was almost in pain.
"Do you live close to here," she asked between bites.
"Two floors up. I have an apartment on the third floor," Johnny told her. "Would you like to see it?"
Rachel didn't get to look at Johnny's apartment at first. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she found herself in Johnny's arms and on the receiving end of a passionate, breathtaking kiss. She couldn't help giggling as he carried her to his bedroom as she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled close.
"I've wanted to make love to you all day," Johnny said as he put her down in front of him.
"Me too! Being pregnant has made me feel SOOOO horny," Rachel said as she blushed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
In no time they were naked and in the middle of Johnny's bed. He couldn't resist fondling her breasts as she moaned with pleasure and her nipples hardened under his touch. They were getting bigger, filling with milk for the baby, from previous experience with other women, Johnny guessed they were close to D cups now. Rachel was having trouble keeping still as he fondled them more. Sliding his hands lower, he explored her rounded nearly five months pregnant belly.
"I'm getting fat," Rachel whispered.
"You're going to have a baby...and you are beautiful," he said, leaning over to kiss her rounded belly, which was getting bigger. Johnny couldn't believe how hard it was, and there was a line running down the middle. He moved his hands lower and Rachel instantly moved her knees apart for him. When he began rubbing her smooth inner thighs, she whimpered with pleasure.
Rachel was lost in an ocean of wonderful erotic sensations. She loved the way Johnny touched and carressed her nearly five months pregnant body. When he moved a hand to her pussy and gently squeezed, she moaned with pleasure as she felt herself grow immediately wet. Her heart was so full of feelings for this man, Rachel didn't know how much longer she could keep them inside.
"I love you, Rachel," Johnny said as he paused from driving her over the edge.
"You do? I mean......I'm pregnant...." she started.
"I've noticed," he said kissing her rounded belly again.
"I love you too, Johnny.....I love you so much, but what about the baby," she questioned.
"I love him too, even though he isn't born yet, just because you are his mommy. He will never know that he isn't mine unless you want to tell him someday. He will need someone to teach him all the things little boys need to learn," Johnny said.
"Oh, I love you so much," Rachel said as Johnny moved his body between her knees and soon they were making passionate love as they both orgasmed again and again as the baby tossed and turned in her womb.
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Rachel just loved what she was doing at the radio station. She felt gratified that people would turn to her to help solve their problems. Most of the time, they just needed someone to talk to and she used common sense to solve most of their dilemmas and she had a list of professionals to refer the ones to that were beyond her scope of knowledge. Many of the callers asked about her pregnancy and gradually her unborn baby worked his way into the conversations. Time was passing so quickly she found it hard to believe that she was 20 weeks pregnant already. But the size of her rounded belly, she'd gained 14 pounds already, and the strong kicks and turns of her unborn son was evidence.
One morning Rachel was making breakfast in just her maternity bikini panties and an old top that fit snuggly over her five months pregnant belly when the doorbell rang. Peeking out her keyhole, she saw her friend Amber Kay and let her in. As soon as she smelled the bacon and eggs that Rachel was making, she turned a funny shade of green and dashed to the bathroom.
"Amber, do you have something to tell me," Rachel smiled.
"I think I'm pregnant....I mean....I'm REALLY late....and now I'm getting sick," she said as Rachel handed her a cup of ginger ale.
Once Rachel got dressed in a pair of maternity jeans and a top that fit, the two friends went to the nearest drug store and bought two home pregnancy kits then hurried back to Rachel's apartment to use them.
"I am SOOOO happy that our babies are going to be able to grow up together! Just think Amber, when you are about as pregnant as I am now, my baby will be ready to be born," Rachel smiled.
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A week later, a touch of fall was in the September air when Rachel opened her mailbox and found a letter from her landlord. Opening it with her fingernail, she began to read.
"Dear Miss Howell, It has come to our attention that you are expecting a baby," she started.
"Wonder what ever gave them that idea," she said as she rubbed her growing five months pregnant baby bump.
"This note is to remind you of our policy of maintaining a child-free apartment building. We wanted to address the issue now so you will have ample time to find a new residence before your baby is born," she continued reading.
Rachel HAD forgotten about the no children clause. That night after both the radio show and Johnny's shift at the firehouse was over, she lay with her head in his lap on the couch as they tried to think of a solution.
"Maybe we'll end up like Mary and Joseph, looking for a stable for me to give birth in," Rachel smiled.
"I think you should move to my neighborhood. Italian men respect pregnant women and all the older women will take care of you," Johnny told her.
"That sounds nice...." she started when the baby gave her a powerful poke.
"Rachel, are you alright," Johnny asked.
"The baby kicked....he really kicked me hard," she marveled as she took his hands and moved them to her swollen 21 weeks pregnant stomach. "Can you feel him?"
Johnny was too amazed to say anything at first. He felt the tiny foot pushing out Rachel's smooth skin.
"Yes honey, I can feel him," he said, leaning over to kiss the spot.
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Johnny spent the next week calling all his old friends and pulling in all his favors as he tried to find a house for Rachel and the baby. It was going to be HIS house too, but he didn't want to go too fast and pressure Rachel, even though it was killing him to hold back. When he asked his sister to help him, she knew her brother the swinging bachelor had been snared.
The only time that Rachel used an alarm clock anymore was to be up and around in time to get to her prenatal checkup with Dr. Moore. Usually she waited until her unborn son woke her with his increasingly stronger movements or she woke up with an urgent need to pee. Batting the clock until it stopped ringing, she grunted with the effort as she moved from her favorite pregnancy sleeping position of laying on her side with her rounded 22 weeks pregnant belly resting against the mattress until she was laying on her curving back.
Rachel couldn't resist moving her hands to her firm, smooth belly. She seemed to getting a little bigger every few days. She was surprised how much she loved being pregnant and how horny it was making her feel. Still under the covers, she moved her hands higher to her bare breasts. Soon they would be D cups the way they were filling with milk for the baby. Slowly she began fondling them until her nipples were rock hard and she was breathing faster. Brushing her hands over her five months pregnant belly, Rachel moved her hands to her inner thighs and began rubbing them the same way Johnny loved to do. Soon she was so wet her maternity panties were clinging to her pregnant pussy. Slipping her hand inside the leg hole, Rachel moved her fingers to her opening and began rubbing until she was squirming on the sheet and she felt her unborn baby moving inside her womb. Taking a deep breath, she plunged two fingers inside her wet pussy. Deeper and deeper.....faster and faster.....she could feel it happening.
OH GOD! I'M GOING TO COME.........I'M COMMMIIINNGGGGG, she thought as a tremendous orgasm overpowered her and she totally drenched her panties.
Rachel needed a second towel to dry off her 22 weeks pregnant body before padding naked back to her bedroom where she gathered up clean clothes to wear to her doctor's appointment. Her growing belly had thrown off her center of gravity so much that the soon-to-be 25-year-old sat down on the edge of her bed to slip her feet through the leg holes of pink bikini maternity panties before pulling on a pair of maternity jeans. The mid-September air was cooling to the point that she had to wear a jacket over the pullover maternity top that clung to her rounded pregnant belly. Standing sideways, Rachel ran her hands down over the curve of her gravid shape.
"You are definately growing on your mommy, my precious baby boy," she told her passenger.
Rachel had so much fun talking to the other pregnant women in Dr. Moore's waiting room that she was surprised when the receptionist said she could go to the examining room. The nearly 25-year-old knew there was so much about motherhood she didn't know and she was trying to soak in what everyone was talking about.
IN A COUPLE MONTHS YOU ARE GOING TO BE OUT HERE, PRECIOUS, AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO THINK YOUR MOMMY IS A DUMMY, she thought as the baby turned inside her womb.
"You look wonderful, Rachel! How are you feeling," Dr Moore asked as she pumped up the blood pressure cuff.
"Like I'm getting bigger by the minute! There is one thing....do all pregnant women feel so......SO HORNY," she asked as she blushed.
"Well, with pregnancy hormones it's usually one extreme or the other...some women want NOTHING to do with sex while they are pregnant, and others can't get enough. I take it you are in the second group," her obstetrician smiled.
"Boy, am I," Rachel exclamed.
Your blood pressure is fine and you're having a really easy pregnancy. The best professional advice I can give you is to enjoy yourself," Dr. Moore told her as she stepped onto the scales.
"You've gained 15 pounds so far. That's excellent for a first pregnancy. Most women think that being pregnant is an excuse to eat everything in sight then they have BIG problems once the baby is born," Dr. Moore said. "You will probably gain more weight during your sixth month than at any time during your pregnancy. If you eat healty food most of the time, you can give in to cravings without feeling guilty."
Rachel's back ached a little as she lay on the examining table and Dr. Moore moved her hands over her firm, rounded belly. The baby's movements were becoming stronger every day. Then Dr. Moore repeated the process with the round stethoscope sensor and Rachel got to hear the strong heartbeat of her unborn son.
"Does your tummy feel itchy yet," she asked.
"A little," Rachel answered.
"Your skin is starting to stretch a little as your belly gets bigger," Dr. Moore said. "I'll give you some belly butter to keep your skin from drying out and it will help prevent stretch marks."
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Fall weather cane to the Washington State countyside at the beginning of October leaving Rachel shivering in her summer maternity clothes. She was going to go shopping with her best friend Amber Kay but she was suffering through morning sickness and couldn't go when Rachel was off work.
"I'll go shopping with you. We'll make a day out of it," Johnny said late one night after both of their shifts were over and they were having a late night snack.
Fading fall sunshine was streaming through the bedroom window when the strong kicks of her unborn son and the need to pee woke Rachel from a sound sleep. Groaning with the effort, she rolled over onto her curved back and moved her hands to her well rounded 24 weeks pregnant belly. GOOD MORNING PRECIOUS, YOU SURE ARE FULL OF ENERGY, AND YOUR MOMMY IS GETTING FULL OF YOU, she told her passenger.
At 24 weeks, Rachel's days of just jumping out of bed were over. The extra weight she was carrying with the baby threw off her center of gravity, making her feel like there was a bowling ball inside her. In the close quarters of the radio station, she found herself trying to go places where she just wouldn't fit anymore. She was glad that Johnny wasn't there to see her navagate her pregnant body out of bed then hurry to the bathroom to pee. She couldn't imagine what the next four months were going to be like, she already knew most of the public restrooms between her apartment and the radio station.
The baby stretched inside Rachel's womb followed by a turn and a few pokes as she stood under the warm water of the shower washing her six months pregnant body. She needed every bit of two giant towels to dry herself off then the 24-year-old was drawn to the full-length bathroom mirror to examine how she'd changed in the last few months....a journey that took her from head to toe. Although her light brown hair had lost a lot of its natural curl since she got pregnant, it was shiner than it had ever been and she was amazed at how fast it was growing. By the time she delivered her unborn son, her hair might be down to her waist. All of her friends who had kids told her she should get it cut now since she would be so busy after the baby was born that she wouldn't have time to wash it and brush it like she could now. But Johnny loved it when she was laying on her hair underneath him as they made love. Just thinking about having sex with Johnny made her blush and her nipples tingle.
Lately Rachel was noticing that her face was a little fuller, even her lips were puffy like Angelina Jolie. She found a pregnancy website that said it was because she was retaining a little water and her face would go back to normal after the baby was born. She was definately making milk! Her normally unspectacular breasts were now D and so large that they overflowed her hands. The rings around her nipples were now a rich chocolate color and her nipples were extremely sensative. I'VE GOT BOOBS......BOOBIES, the 24-year-old thought as she smiled. NO, THEY'RE TITS...TITTIES, she mused as she grinned. NO, I'VE GOT KNOCKERS BECAUSE I'M KNOCKED UP, she decided as she giggled.
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Dr. Moore was right about Rachel gaining weight more rapidly. Her 25 weeks pregnant belly was now firm and well rounded with a line running down the middle to her belly button which was smoothing over. Looking more closely, she could see the faint beginnings of red stretch marks on the sides of her smooth stretching stomach. Standing sideways, Rachel ran her hands over the surface of her curved belly as her unborn son kicked strongly from inside her womb. I KNOW PRECIOUS, WE HAVE TO GET READY. JOHNNY IS SOON GOING TO BE HERE, she told her passenger.
Back in her bedroom, Rachel stood in front of her closet wearing only her maternity bra and panties, looking at all the clothes she COULDN'T wear. There was no way she fit her 25 weeks pregnant body into her regular wardrobe, and the late September air was getting too cool to wear her summer maternity wardrobe of shorts and light tops. Then the soon-to-be 25-year-old got an idea. Slipping on a comfortable pair of maternity jeans, Rachel buttoned on a white summer maternity top then found her the largest pullover sweater from her normal wardrobe and pulled it over her head. It really was snug over her larger breasts and it clung to her rounded belly, leaving a couple inches of the white top exposed, but the effect was very similar to the layering that was really popular.
When Rachel opened her apartment door, her beauty took Johnny's breath away. Any thoughts that he'd had that he'd be turned off by her changing pregnant body had long since disappeared. Instead he looked forward to exploring all the changes that had occurred since they'd last been together. Today she was wearing her long light brown hair in a ponytail and her outfit, one he knew she had pieced together from things she could still fit into, did little to hide her swelling breasts and swollen belly. The extra weight of her unborn son made it harder for Rachel to stand quickly and climb into his SUV but it gave Johnny more chances to touch her as he helped her.
Shopping for maternity clothes was much easier this time than the first. Rachel knew what sizes she needed, she just had to buy things made for Seattle's cold, rainy/snowy weather. After adding a couple more pair of maternity jeans with under-the-belly waistbands and two pair of maternity bib overalls, Rachel found some long sleeved pullover knit maternity tops that clung to her growing pregnant shape. She liked the look of wearing pullover sweaters over tops, but with her swelling pregnant stomach, she just needed larger sweaters. By the time they had found a winter coat that Rachel could wear throughout her pregnancy, Johnny had an arm full of clothes to carry to the counter. It wasn't until they were leaving the mall that Rachel realized she didn't get anything dressy to wear for special occasions.
Rachel was craving a Frosty so they stopped at Wendy's on the way back to her apartment. Johnny watched in amazement as she downed a double cheeseburger, and a cheese and bacon baked potato BESIDES her Frosty.
"That's better, he's happy now," Rachel smiled as she rubbed her rounded 25 weeks pregnant belly and scrooched around in the passenger seat of his SUV to find a comfortable position.
"Is your back aching," Johnny asked.
"Just a little. This baby is getting so heavy. I don't even want to think what it's going to be like in a couple months," she answered.
"You are going to be even more beautiful than you are now," Johnny said as he unlocked the door to her apartment.
"Nice try, mister. At this rate I'm going to be GIGANTIC," she said dropping her packages on the floor in the middle of the livingroom and pressing her hands against the middle of her back, pushing her belly out even more.
"Do you want me to give you a backrub," Johnny asked.
"I think I might give you a million dollars to give me a backrub," Rachel smiled. "But you might have to rub me in a couple other places to earn your money." Johnny just stood there stunned for a few seconds before he followed her to the bedroom, hoping that she couldn't see that he was getting hard already.
It made perfect sense for Rachel to slip out of her maternity jeans so she would be more comfortable laying down. And massaging her aching curving back worked better when Johnny's fingers were pressing against her bare skin so soon her sweater and top were on the floor too. "Oh Johnny! That feels SOOOOOO good," she crooned, smiling to herself as he unhooked her bra.
Johnny didn't know how much longer he was going to last. His erection was getting painful in his jeans and Rachel's moans of pleasure weren't helping. Even though Rachel's eyes were closed, he was sure she knew when he loosened his belt and slipped off his jeans.
Rachel was lost in a sea of wonderful sensations as Johnny massaged her aching back. Every now and then his hands would slide lower and carress her butt and that was enough to send her pregnancy hormones into overdrive. Soon her nipples were rock hard and it was hard to hide her rapid breathing. Then Johnny gently rolled her over onto her back and they were in each other's arms, kissing each other until they were out of breath.
"Oh Johnny! I want you to make love to me," Rachel moaned as felt her wetness soaking through her panties. It took some effort for the 25-weeks pregnant nearly 25-year-old to roll over onto her curved back and soon her and Johnny's bodies were entwined as they kissed passionately and the baby kicked away between them.
Johnny was never a breast man but Rachel's were unbelievable. They were now D cups and were so full of milk that he could see the blue veins in them. The rings around her nipples were a rich brown and her nipples were so inviting that he couldn't resist making them bullet hard as Rachel moaned and thrashed on the sheet beneath him.
Rachel never knew that sex could be so good. She was so aroused that it felt like she had a river flowing between her legs. Johnny's hands moved lower to her rounded six months pregnant belly, then he was licking the dark line running down her belly and unbelievably she realized she was having an orgasm. "Oh God....Oh God that was good," she moaned. Johnny was rubbing his hands over her rounded belly, amazed at how smooth and hard it was. Rachel smiled when he leaned over to kiss her baby bump as her unborn baby boy bumped from inside.
"Please Johnny! Make love to me now," she exclamed. "I love you so much! I want to feel you inside me."
Johnny never saw a more beautiful woman than the one laying naked in his bed. He never dreamed that woman would be six months pregnant. Her messed up hair went perfectly with the sheen of sweat that covered her lovely face. She was so aroused she was breathing fast, making her heavy milk-filled breasts rise and fall. Her well-rounded belly was so hard and smooth and sexy. Then she moved her knees apart, revealing her wet pussy and it was more than the firefighter could stand.
Rachel sighed with relief when Johnny finally moved between her knees. She found his hard, thick cock and guided it to her pussy lips. Johnny was gentle when he pushed the head into her tight pregnant pussy. She knew that her bulging belly was becoming an obstacle and Johnny did his best to keep from putting his weight on it. Oh God, it felt so good to have his cock deep in her tight pussy! Soon Rachel was moving her hips with Johnny's deep thrusts until she felt it happening.
OH JOHNNY! I'M COMING.......YOU'RE MAKING ME COME......OOHHHHHHHHH GOD......UUUUNNNGGGGGHHHH," she screamed as a powerful orgasm flowed through her 25 weeks pregnant body.
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Everyone at the radio station seemed to be taking Rachel's pregnancy in stride. and one asked her who the father was and how she got pregnant. Over night there was six packs of bottled water and fruit juice in the refrigerator and fresh fruit and vegetables appeared. Someone was even in tune with her cravings because baked goods and candy with chocolate and peanut butter were always being brought in. Rachel was working up a topic for an uncoming show when her telephone rang.
"Miss Howell, this is Jane Watson from the American Red Cross," she started and immediately Rachel's heart rate picked up and the baby tumbled inside her as she feared something had happened to Johnny.
"We are having our annual fashion show in the middle of November and I was wondering if you would be one of our models," She said as Rachel looked at her rounded tummy and started laughing.
"Did I say something funny," the woman asked.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I don't have a model's figure right now...I'm 26 weeks pregnant," Rachel told her.
"That is just PERFECT! We have been looking for someone to model maternity fashions," Mrs. Watson said.
"I don't know.....I'll be 31 weeks then.....at the rate I'm going I will be HUGE by then," Rachel said.
"The day at the spa is included with a massage and pedicure and manicure....and if you'd like to change your hair style, Andre's Hair Salon will be giving free appointments to our models," Mrs. Watson told her. "And the best part is you get to keep the clothes."
"How can I say no to all of that!," Rachel thought to herself and agreed to do it! As soon as she hung up she worried she would like a blimp by the day of the fashion show.
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The great house hunt began the following week. Fading fall sunshine was filtering in through Rachel's bedroom window when the strong kicks of her unborn son and the urgent need to go to the bathroom woke her up. "Your mommy must have slept through a pee break," she thought rubbing her tremendous tummy as the baby stretched awake inside her womb and she couldn't resist moving her hand over her smooth stretching stomach. Getting out of bed when you're almost seven months pregnant isn't a piece of cake and having to pee added a certain amount of danger to the process.
Pushing away a thin blanket, Rachel groaned with the effort as she moved her 27 weeks pregnant body across her mattress so her knees were bent and her bare feet were wide apart on the floor. "So far so good, precious," she thought as the baby moved inside her. Pressing her hands against the mattress, she groaned as she lifted her rear off the mattess and pushed her bulging belly outward. At that moment, the baby kicked her sharply in her full bladder. "Oh baby! You shouldn't have done that," Rachel moaned as a burst of pee wetted the crotch of her maternity panties. Cupping her hand over her crotch, she hurried to the bathroom before she totally peed her panties.
The warm, pulsing water of the shower felt so good on her muscles which seemed to be protesting the changes that her pregnancy were making to her body. As she moved the wash cloth over her nearly seven months pregnant body, Rachel noticed that her back was curving to match the shape of her bulging belly. Even though her pregnancy was totally unplanned, Rachel couldn't help being amazed by what was happening and excited about being a mother.
She needed all of a second towel to dry off then she stood transfixed in front of the mirror looking at how her slender body had changed in just a few months. Her light brown hair was thicker and shinier and longer than it had ever been before. She thought her face looked a little puffy and there was a thin layer of fat over her shoulders and collar bones. Rachel took her plump milk-filled breasts in her hands. Normally a B cup, her breasts had increased two sizes and there were dark rings around her nipples. She hoped Johnny didn't get to liking them too much because once she was done breastfeeding the baby, she wanted her old breasts....no, not old breasts, she wanted her perky B cups back.
Rachel couldn't believe how much her impressive baby bump had grown in the last few months. It was so hard and smooth except for a few jagged red lines along the side of her belly and below her smooting over belly button. She would have to ask Dr. Moore if there was anything that would keep the stretch marks from getting any worse. Rachel stood sideways in front of the mirror and followed the curve or her belly with her hands. She just loved being pregnant! Standing with her feet wide apart, she bent over forward and jugged her heavy milk filled breasts. The soon-to-be 25-year old wondered if other women felt sexy when they were pregnant too.
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Every time Johnny saw Rachel, he swore that she was more beautiful than before. He worried that living with her on a daily basis woud lead to heart failure but he was willing to take the risk. Today she wore denim bib overalls which would have done a good job of hiding her growing nearly seven months pregnant belly except for the long sleeve white pullover top she wore underneath the overalls that clung to her shape and left a couple inches of bare skin on the sides where the bib overalls buttoned. He couldn't resist taking her in his arms and giving her a breath taking kiss.
"Wow! That was some kiss," Rachel smiled. "But you better not start something we can't finish, buster."
Johnny was overjoyed that Rachel was looking at houses in his Italian neighborhood. If all his plans worked out, he would be LIVING in the house she bought with Rachel and the baby. His mother insisted that he use Marci Fantana, who he'd known since they were both in first grade, as the real estate agent. She had four houses lined up for them to look at -- all of them bigger and more expensive than Rachel thought she could afford, but all with yards that kids could play in and families could grow.
Rachel liked Marci from the moment they met because she looked at her swollen stomach and just smiled. She loved hearing stories about Johnny when he was a little boy and she could imagine her own unborn son pulling some of the same pranks. She loved the houses too. They were way too much for her budget, but she didn't have the heart to tell Marci that. Instead she ooohhhed and aaahhhed at things she loved and stored everything in the back of her mind for the day she could really afford it.
Johnny could see how much Rachel loved the houses and he was intent on getting her the one she loved the most. He loved watching her. He could tell when she baby moved because she would always move her hands to her belly as if to comfort the baby inside. He could tell from her movements when she had to go pee. He wondered if Rachel would end up picking the house with the best bathroom. He especially loved when he had to do the straps on her bib overalls because she forgot how to do it. As a matter of fact, there wasn't a single thing about Rachel Howell that he didn't love.
The last house that Marci showed them was the one that stopped Rachel in her tracks. It was a two-story brick house with white shutters...it was exactly like the house she dreamed about living in when she was in the orphanage. Downstairs there was a large kitchen with an eating area included, a larger dining room, a large living room and a smaller family room that was designed to be used by young children, and a full bathroom. Upstairs there were two large bedrooms and a smaller one that would be ideal for a nursery. There were two bathrooms with one connected to the master bedroom.
Johnny saw the expressions on Rachel's face and knew it was the one she wanted. First she looked delighted then sad because she knew she couldn't afford it. When Rachel excused herself to go to the bathroom again, Johnny told Marci that he would buy the house, but that she would have to keep it a secret from Rachel until he could put the rest of his plan in action.
"Oh my God, I don't know if I'm more tired or hungry," Rachel moaned as she rubbed her aching curved back and the baby kicked strongly inside her womb. "That answers it, he is voting for hungry."
Gina Cellini smiled when Rachel Howell came into the Italian restaurant followed by her brother. She looked at Johnny and smiled, he was such a gonner. Rachel was totally different than all of her brother's other women and none of them were pregnant with another man's child. Yet she couldn't help liking Rachel, she was a kind heart, yet Gina could sense the toughness in her too.
"What can I get you guys," Gina smiled.
"I don't know....I'm SOOOO hungry," Rachel exclamed.
"I remember those days when I was pregnant with Maria," she said.
"I think I'll have a large stromboli....with extra sauce," Rachel decided.
"You might want to order the small.....they are pretty large," Gina suggested.
"You haven't seen Rachel eat," Johnny smiled. "I'll help her eat it."
An hour later the stromboli was gone and Johnny had eaten more than a quarter of it. Gina was impressed. Rachel may not have been Italian but that baby inside her swollen stomach was getting a good introduction to Italian food.
"Now I'm so tired," Rachel said leaning into Johnny as they sat in the booth. Johnny just smiled at his sister as he guided nearly seven months pregnant Rachel out the door and up the steps to his apartment.
"Where are you taking me," she yawned.
"Up to my apartment," Johhny answered.
"Are you trying to proposition a sleepy pregnant woman," Rachel asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Good. We can make love as soon as I wake up from my nap," she giggled.
Rachel headed straight to Johnny's bed but he caught her by her shoulders. "You can't sleep like that, your muscles will be all achy," he told her as she kicked off her shoes. Johnny undid the straps of her bib overalls and the front fell down revealing the white pullover top that covered most of her nearly seven months pregnant belly. She had definately gotten bigger in the last few weeks. He took ahold of the hem and started to pull it up over her smooth hard belly.
"There's something you should know before you go any farther," Rachel smiled. "I'm not wearing a bra."
Johnny had gone through lots of women in his time and seen his fair share of breasts, but nothing compared to Rachel's milk-filled ones. By his best estimate they were D cups and they filled his hands wonderfully. She had darkened rings around her nipples and all Johnny had to do was touch them to make them grow hard. When Rachel was wearing just her maternity panties, he lowered her to his bed and she immediately turned over on her side with her growing belly bump resting against the mattess and fell asleep.
"GOD, She is beautiful," Johnny thought as he looked at Rachel sleep. There was something about her that told him that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and raise the baby she was carrying. Untying his shoes. he slipped out of his jeans and shirt and laid down in bed with Rachel, who sighed contentedly in her sleep when he gathered her up in his arms. Johnny wrapped his arms around her placing her hands where he knew he would be able to feel tha baby move and drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, Rachel woke up not knowing where she was, only that she was very pregnant, nearly naked, in someone's arms and she had to pee. Then she remembered the house hunting adventure, lunch and coming to Johnny's apartment. His hands were on her big baby bump and her unborn son was kicking away. She couldn't help smiling....they were bonding and the baby wasn't even born yet.
"Johnny! Wake up....I have to pee," she said and as soon as he started waking up, she slipped out from under his arm and grunted a little as she struggled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom with a hand over her crotch. Johnny was laying on the bed when Rachel returned without her panties. She was almost seven months pregnant and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "I believe we have something else to do, buster," she smiled.
Rachel loved the way Johnny touched her pregnant body, the way he made her feel sexy. As they shared breathtaking kisses and the baby turned and kicked in her womb, when Rachel opened her lips slightly Johnny pushed his tongue inside and soon they were French kissing as their bodies pressed together and the baby inside womb kicked and turned between them.
Rachel loved the way Johnny lavished attention on her milk-filled breasts. When he started fondling them she became aware of her sexual core and the tension that was building there. Soon her nipples were hard and Rachel was breathing faster. When Johnny rubbed his tongue over her sensitive nipples, she moaned with pleasure and when he took her hard nipples between his teeth it sent a wave of sexual energy through her almost seven months pregnant body and Rachel knew her pregnant pussy was getting wet.
Rachel's whole body was humming when Johnny moved his hands to her well rounded pregnant belly. She couldn't believe how big she'd gotten and how hard and smooth her baby bump was. Her unborn son kicked and turned strongly as Johnny moved his big hands from place to place and smiled when he felt the baby's movement. He leaned over and rubbed his tongue along the dark line that ran down the middle until he reached Rachel's smoothed over belly button. Another burst came from her heating core and Rachel moaned as she knew she was wet and ready for Johnny's cock.
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A year ago Rachel would have never imagined she'd be 27 weeks pregnant and laying totally naked in bed with her bend knees wide apart exposing her wet pussy. "Oh Johnny! I want you inside me so much.....I want your cock inside my pregnant pussy," she breathed heavily.
Rachel was in a world of absolute pleasure. As Johnny rubbed his hands over her inner thighs, she was so wet it felt like there was a river between her legs. Reaching out blindly, she found Johnny's cock and smiled that it was as hard as a tire iron. When she started stroking it, Johnny moaned and moved his muscular body between her knees and Rachel grunted as she shifted her heavy gravid body to give Johnny a better angle to penetrate her pregnant pussy.
Taking Johnny's hard, thick cock in her hand, Rachel guided it to her dripping pregnant pussy.Johnny was gentle as he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips but Rachel wanted more and bucked her body until Johnny laughed and pushed his whole cock into her. Rachel loved the way her pussy muscles tightened around Johnny's cock and soon she was moving her hips with his thrusts as each one added more fuel to her sexual core until Rachel could feel the coming explosion.
"OOOOOHHH GOD! OH JOHNNY.......I'M GONNA CUM......I'M CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGGGGGG," she screamed as she reached a toe curling orgasm and Johnny shot his manhood deep into her pregnant body.

A week later, on October 28, the powerful pokes of her unborn son woke Rachel from a night's sleep that was increasingly interrupted by trips to empty her bladder because the baby was taking up so much space inside her seven months pregnant body. Moving her hands to her tremendous tummy, Rachel realized that she was truly happy for the first time in her life. "Do you know what today is, precious? It's your mommy's birthday," she told her passenger. In the past she had hated her birthday because she didn't have anyone to share it with.....now she had her unborn baby and Johnny. "I promise that ALL of your birthdays are going to be special," she said as she struggled out of bed.
Even before she was dressed the doorbell rang. Wrapping a robe around her 28 weeks pregnant body, she opened to find a delivery man with a dozen beautiful red roses. "Happy birthday to the most wonderful woman in the world. I can't even begin to count the things I adore about you. Love, Johnny." GOD, I LOVE THAT MAN, she thought to herself as her heart skipped a beat. At work, everyone at the radio station threw her a surprise birthday party complete with cake and ice cream.
At 29 weeks, Rachel's unborn son weighed about two and a half pounds and she was definately feeling heavier and more ackward in her movements. She had to use her alarm clock to get her up for her appointment with Dr. Freeman. Pushing away the blankets, Rachel moaned with the effort as she moved her gravid body so she was laying across the mattress with her knees bent and her bare feet wide apart on the floor. Pressing her hands against the sheet, she groaned as she pushed her tremendous tummy outward and struggled to her feet.
The warm water of the shower felt wonderful on her aching muscles and she needed a third towel to dry off her seven months pregnant body. Padding back to her bedroom with a towel wrapped around most of her body, she gathered up clean clothes and lowered herself to the edge of her bed. She couldn't help giggling as she tried again and again to work around her big belly to stick her toes into a pair of knee socks. After slipping on a pair of maternity bikini panties, she pulled a pair of maternity jeans up over her legs and tied the drawstring....each time she wore them there seemed to be less string left. Since it was such a dreary day, she chose a bright red pullover maternity top that clung to her like skin. Rachel just LOVED showing off her pregnant belly!
Dr. Gloria Freeman smiled when she looked up from Rachel's chart to see her in person. During her decade as an OB/GYN she's seen many women transformed by pregnancy but rarely were they so breattaking as what she saw in the 25-year-old. "How are you feeling, Rachel," she asked. "I'm WONDERFUL," Rachel bubbled and told her about the upcoming Red Cross fashion show. "I just hope I'm not going to look like a hippo by then," Rachel smiled. "You won't. You are having a wonderful pregnancy," Dr. Freeman told her. "You are carrying this baby the way every woman hopes she can...you have such a cute belly shape."
First Dr. Freeman took her blood pressure, which was excellent. Then it was time to step on the scales. "You've gained 22 pounds so far, Rachel," she told her. "That is right where you want to be. If you breastfeed your baby, you should be back to your normal weight in no time."
Rachel untied the drawstring on her maternity jeans and pushed up her clingy top so Dr. Freeman could have access to her bare well-rounded 29 weeks pregnant belly. While Rachel lay on the examining table, the OB/GYN moved her experienced hands from place on her hard, smooth belly while her unborn son kicked and punched inside her womb. "You sure have yourself an active one," Dr. Freeman smiled. "I KNOW! He definately lets me know he's around," she laughed. Next Dr. Freeman moved the listening piece of the stethoscope over her belly and soon the examining room was filled with her baby's strong heartbeat.
Rachel hoped she was going to get an opportunity to see her baby boy and she was delighted when Dr. Freeman put the gob of cold blue gel on top of her belly button and smeared it all over her mammoth mound. She watched the screen as the doctor moved the ultrasound wand over her stretched stomach until her unborn son's image appeared. "OH MY GOD! He is getting so big," Rachel exclamed as tears rolled down her cheeks. "He is getting SO BIG," she added. "He still has a lot of growing to do and so do you," Dr. Freeman told her. "You'll gain about a pound and a half every week for the rest of your pregnancy."
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A week later, 30 weeks pregnant Rachel wasn't sure she was cut out to be a runway model but once she met with Jane Watson and the other women who had volunteered to be in the Red Cross fashion show and they began to pick out the outfits they would wear and get to keep, the 25 year old began to feel more comfortable. Rachel would model four different outfits -- a business outfit, a casual one, a swimsuit, and a formal dress. The only one she wasn't too sure about was the swimsuit. Dr. Freeman was right, she felt like she was gaining weight at a quicker pace now and her appetite was ravenous.
In the afternoon the group went to Spa Noir for an afternoon of pampering. Because she was pregnant, Rachel couldn't go in the sauna because the heat could hurt her unborn baby. She still found lots to do including getting a manicure and peticure. "You might want to consider getting a bilkini wax since you are so close to having your baby," the spa director said. "And if you come back right before your due date, we'll give you one on the house." Rachel wasn't sure what Johnny would think of her bald pregnant pussy, but it would make it easier when it came time to deliver her unborn son.
"Hi Rachel, I'm Carly and I'm your masseuse," a tall beautiful blonde with a baby bump considerably smaller than Rachel's smiled. "We have a special massage table designed so you can lay on your belly while I massage your shoulders and back."
Rachel was in heaven. It felt so wonderful as Carly loosened her shoulders and massaged her aching curved back before moving on to her legs. She couldn't resist moaning with pleasure and she forgot all about being naked. Next, the 25-year-old rolled over on her back, her head supported by a pillow. "I'm going to massage you with a special cocoa butter that's designed to keep stetch marks away," Carly said. "I'll give you enough to get you through your pregnancy."
Rachel moaned with pleasure as Carly rubbed the moisturizer over her milk-filled D cup breasts and blushed when she felt her nipples harden. Carly smiled to herself as she realized she was going to perform one of the special services she gave many of her pregnant customers. "Your belly is so beautiful, Rachel. You hardly have any stretch marks at all," she said but Rachel was in dreamland. She was moaning softly and fighting the desire to move her knees apart. "Rachel, we are all alone in here...nobody knows what we're doing. I can pleasure you...if you want me to," Carly whispered. "PLEASE," was all Rachel said.
Rachel felt so wanton laying there naked and seven months pregnant with her knees wide open, revealing her pussy to another woman. She moaned with pleasure as Carly's fingers rubbed her pussy lips until she was so wet she could smell her own aroma. Then suddenly she was experiencing a different sensation, the pretty masseuse was licking Rachel's pussy with her tongue. "OH CARLY.....THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD," she moaned with pleasure then she groaned as she plunged her tongue into Rachel's pregnant pussy. When Carly pressed her tongue against Rachel's swollen clit, she screamed as she had an orgasm so powerful that she squirted her pussy juice everywhere.
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A week later, Johnny was more nervous than he would be going to a five alarm fire. There were almost a dozen women in the Red Cross fashion show but his attention was solely on a nearly eight months pregnant one who was so beautiful that she took his breath away. If everything went according to plan today, she would soon be his wife.
Rachel's first outfit, the business attire one, was a black knee-length maternity skirt with a light purple clingy top and a gray jacket that did an excellent job of hiding her considerable baby bump. Rachel's heart was pounding and the baby was hammering away in her womb as she walked the runway, but she was having a really good time. Her second outfit was a pair of denim maternity shorts with a drawstring waist and and red and white maternity top that did nothing to hide her 31 weeks pregnant belly.
"Oh my God, I'm not sure about this one," Rachel exclaimed as she looked at herself in the one-piece blue swimsuit. Her mammoth mound was getting so huge and her milk-filled breasts so large that she wondered whether she should have a sash that said GOODYEAR on it. "Well, here goes nothing," she said as she patted the spot on her hard belly where her unborn son was kicking and started down the runway.
When Johnny saw Rachel in that blue swimsuit he became instantly hard. God, she was beautiful. Then she left to change again and he got ready for the most important moment in his life.
Rachel's last outfit was a white, knee-length formal dress that somehow managed to hide both her swollen breasts and bulging nearly eight months pregnant belly and white pumps that were extremely comfortable on her slightly swollen feet. "The dress that Rachel is wearing is perfect for any formal settings, such as a wedding.....don't you agree Firefighter Falcone," Jane Watson told the crowd that filled the auditorium.
JOHNNY! Johnny was there in his dress uniform and while the whole world seemed to stand still and everyone else vanished, he dropped to his knee in front of her and took her hand. "Rachel. I love you so much I can't imagine living my life without you in it....as my wife. Rachel, will you marry me," he asked. Rachel was totally speechless for second then tears rolled down her cheeks. "I will.....but only if we can have more babies," she whispered. "That's a promise," he said standing and taking her in his arms. "YES," Rachel shouted so everyone could hear and the whole auditorium applauded.
Rachel was still floating on air when they got back to her apartment. "You mean you planned the whole thing," she asked im amazement.
"I wanted my proposal to be something special.....something you'll always remember," Johnny said, kissing her nose.
"Do you have any other secrets you're keeping from me," she smiled, but Johnny knew it was time to fess up.
"Actually, I have a couple more secrets...." he started.
"Like what," Rachel asked, placing her hands on her hips which made her mammoth mound stick out even farther.
"Do you remember that house you really liked, the one between Gina's restaurant and my mother's house...the one with two baths and the big kitchen and the fenced in yard," he told her. "Well, I put a downpayment on it for us."
The next thing he knew, Rachel was in his arms kissing him passionately as the baby kicked between them. "Oh my God! I can't believe it! That's going to be OUR house," she exclamed. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
"There's something else, Rachel," Johnny said. "I talked to Father Ciccerelli and he can marry us on Christmas Eve."
"Johnny, that's only a little more than a month away," she sputtered. "And besides, by then I'll be as BIG as our house!"
"Rachel, I love you more than anything on the face of the earth.....and I love this baby too," he said putting his hands on her nearly eight months bulging belly. "I don't want him to be in this world for even a second without me being his father."
"Oh Johnny, that's the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me," Rachel said as they embraced and tears ran down her cheeks.
"I love you, Rachel. You were the most beautiful woman at the show," Johnny whispered. "I wanted to make love to you so much, I was afraid I'd forget what I wanted to say."
"I'm going to need some proof on that one, buster," Rachel smiled. "I am getting SOOOO huge."
Johnny took ahold of Rachel's hand and moved it to the bulge in his crotch and she gasped. "Make love to me Johnny," she exclamed. "I love you so much!"
Rachel couldn't help giggling as Johnny got out of his clothes as fast as he would put them on if he was going to a fire. For Johnny, undressing Rachel was like opening a Christmas present--her body changed every time and he was totally aroused by her nearly eight months pregnant shape. Slowly he unbuttoned her maternity top to find a pale blue nursing bra that barely contained her D cup breasts. Sliding his fingers under the stretched elastic band of her maternity jeans, he slid them down over her shapely legs revealing matching blue maternity panties.
"You are so beautiful, Rachel darling," Johnny said taking her in his arms and kissing her as he moved them closer to his bed.
Reaching behind Rachel's curved back, he unhooked her bra and freed her bountiful breasts. They were so heavy with milk that they overflowed his hands and he could see blue veins in them. Her nipples had dark chocolate rings around them and it was all he could do to not take them in his mouth as they were standing there. Her 31 weeks pregnant belly was changing it's shape. Instead of being a sloping roundness, the growing baby in her womb had caused to to stick out farther in front of her so he could now place all of his hands on the sides. There was a dark line running down the middle to her smoothed over belly button. Johnny loved the way all of her curves had gotten rounder, her hips a little wider to support the extra baby weight she was carrying.
Rachel smiled as Johnny pushed her gently onto his bed and tried to find a comfortable position to lay. She found one when Johnny took her into his arms and gave her a breathtaking kiss.When she parted her lips slighly, he pushed his tongue inside and soon they were French kissing. Rachel moaned with pleasure when Johnny found her milk-filled breasts and began fondling them. Her nipples got instantly hard and when Johnny took them in his mouth and began licking them she felt her sexual core begin to heat up. Johnny slid his hands lower to her mammoth mound and moved his hands over her firm, smooth baby bump and her unborn son gave her a volley of powerful kicks. Rachel was breathing rapidly as she moved her bent knees wide apart and Johnny slid a hand to her moist pregnant pussy and began rubbing until she was wet and ready.
"Make love to me Johnny," Rachel moaned. "I want you inside me RIGHT NOW!"
Rachel's tremendous tummy was way to large to have sex the conventional way. Johnny helped her lay on her side then he got behind her and eased his hard, thick cock into her. HOW CAN AN EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT WOMAN BE SO TIGHT, he thought as her pussy muscled gripped his cock and she was leaning into his thrusts.
"OH JOHNNY! THAT FEELS SOOOOOOO GOOD," Rachel crooned as the babk kicked inside her bulging belly and she felt her orgasm starting to build. When it hit she screamed with pleasure as Johnny blasted his load into her occupied womb.
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At 32 weeks, Rachel's unborn son weighed three and three-quarter pounds and was 16.7 inches long. Rachel was gaining about a pound a week and the additional weight caused shortness of breath and lower-back pain. Since all of her friends who had been pregnant recommended lots of pillows, Rachel had them everywhere, including a body pillow on her bed. The only time she felt truly comfortable was in Johnny's arms.
Rachel was already awake when her alarm clock went off on Thanksgiving Day. The baby was giving her solid kicks and she was feeling the need to pee again. Her unborn son was taking up so much space inside her womb that the 25-year-old thought she had a bladder the size of a pea. "We can't stay in bed today, precious," Rachel said moving a hand to rub her mammoth mound. "We're going to Johnny's family's house for Thanksgiving and your mommy is going to help out in the kitchen."
Rachel had mastered getting out of bed when she was carrying 20 extra pounds but now that she'd gained 25, everything had changed. Laying on the very edge of the bed, she tipped herself off and landed on a knee as the baby kicked inside her tremendous tummy. Struggling to stand up, she rubbed her aching curved back as she waddled hurriedly to pee. She needed a third towel to dry off her eight months pregnant body then wrapped another one around her and hurried back to her bedroom to get dressed. Dropping the towel, Rachel paused to look at her eight months pregnant shape in her dresser mirror. Her breasts were so heavy and full of milk that they overflowed her hands. Standing sideways, she couldn't believe how huge her belly was, she could cradle her hands under it now.
Gathering clean clothes, the 25-year-old lowered her gravid body to the edge of the bed then bent over her eight months pregnant tremendous tummy and blindly fished her bare feet through the leg holes of her maternity panties and then her denim maternity skirt. She was really nervous about meeting all of Johnny's family...she worried what kind of impression her big bulging belly would make...and she didn't know what to wear. Since she was helping in the kitchen, she decided not to dress up too much.
Once she was standing, Rachel pulled the thin elastic band of the skirt up under her belly. Lifting her heavy milk-filled breasts into the cups of her nursing bra, she fastened the hooks behind her curved back as the baby kicked powerfully in her belly. She added a thin white pullover maternity top and a pullover sweater with fall colors of brown, yellow and orange before slipping into her flats and pulling her long light hair into a ponytail. "Well baby, I guess it's time to go meet our new family," Rachel said rubbing her mammoth mound.
The Falcone kitchen was filled with women of all shapes and sizes speaking both English and Italian. Rachel found herself doing prep work for other women's dishes like chopping carrots and celery for the stuffing and getting the ingredients ready for the gravy. That made sense since no one knew her cooking abilities. She had spent many hours growing up working in the kitchen at the orphanage. Johnny's sister Gina took her inder her wings and made her feel at home. Johnny's mother was another story, she kept staring at Rachel's tremendous 32 weeks pregnant tummy when she thought Rachel wasn't looking.
"What were Thanksgivings like when you were growing up, Rachel," Mama Falcone asked. "Did you help your mother cook the turkey?"
"I don't remember much, my parents were killed in a car crash when I was 10," Rachel told her. "I grew up in an orphanage because everybody wanted to adopt babies and not grown kids. But it's alright."
"No, Rachel, it's not alright," Mama Falcone said, dropping her cooking spoon and taking Rachel into her arms. "Every girl needs her mother. We are your family now. This baby will have more aunts and uncles and cousins than he can count and I will be your mama." Rachel didn't know whether it was the relief of being accepted by Johnny's mother or pregnancy hormones, but suddenly she was crying uncontrolably as her soon-to-be mother-in-law wiped away the tears.
Thanksgiving dinner was both delicious and joyous as Johnny shared the plans for a Christmas Eve wedding and told everyone that he and Rachel would be moving into the neighborhood. Suddenly there were a million things to do and everyone wanted to be a part of it. Mama volunteered to make sure all of Rachel and Johnny's friends were invited to the wedding, Gina and Marco volunteered to have the reception at the restaurant, and Rachel asked Gina if she would be her matron of honor along with Amber Kay, whose own pregnancy was really starting to show.
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A week later, Johnny rang Rachel's doorbell three times before she opened it breathlessly wearing a Seattle Seahawks jersey that barely fit around her tremendous 33 weeks pregnant tummy. She didn't have a bit of makeup on yet Johnny thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Come in.....I'm running late," she said as she waddled down the hall towards the bathroom. "I'll take a quick shower."
Rachel pulled the snug jersey over her head so she was wearing just her maternity panties. Turning on the shower, she grabbed a handful of towels, slid off her panties and carefully climbed into the shower. She didn't know why she told Johnny she was taking a QUICK shower, since there was so much of herself to wash. The baby kicked sharply as she ran the wash cloth over her firm, smooth mammoth mound. Her stretched stomach was so large now that the water bounced off of it and missed her pregnant pussy and the front of her legs. She was just getting out when Johnny asked if she needed help.
"YES! Maybe we'll go faster if you dry me off," Rachel told him.
Johnny opened the door and stopped in his tracks. The sight of Rachel standing there totally naked and very pregnant took his breath away. "I'm not sure this is going to save us any time....it might send us in an entirely different direction," he said as he picked up a big fluffy towel.
"We can't! Dr. Moore will know what we were doing when she examines me," Rachel smiled. "But thanks, Johnny.....for making me feel sexy when I'm getting as big as a blimp."
"You are sexy, Rachel," Johnny said kissing her forehead. "I love you so much."
Pregnancy had rounded all of Rachel's curves but that only made her sexier in Johnny's eyes. Her cheeks were a little fuller but her face had that pregnancy glow that everyone always talked about. Johnny rubbed the bath towel over Rachel's shoulders and arms as he pullled her body closer to his until he was stopped by her tremendous eight months pregnant tummy. Her breasts were so heavy and filled with milk that Johnny could clearly see blue veins in them. She had to be approaching DD. The rings around her nipples were a rich chocolate brown and he couldn't resist rubbing the towel over her nipples as she gasped and her nipples hardened instantly.
"Oh Johnny, we don't have time," Rachel moaned. "But you better give me a raincheck, buster."
Johnny needed a second towel to dry off Rachel's mammoth mound. She seemed to be a little bigger every time he saw her. He couldn't resist moving a hand to feel her smooth hard belly and was rewarded with a few sharp kick from the baby. No longer sloped, Rachel's belly jutted outward with her flattened belly button at its center. There was a dark line running down the middle and a few little jagged red marks on each side of her stretched stomach. Her hips seemed a little wider to support the baby weight but her legs were still slender and shapely.
Johnny followed Rachel back to her bedroom where she gathered up clean clothes, threw them on a pile on her bed then picked up a jar from her dresser and opened it. "This is belly butter, it keeps my stretch marks from getting too bad," she told him. "Want to put some on me?"
Johnny put a big dab of moisturizer in his hand and put it in the middle of Rachel's tremendous 33 weeks pregnant tummy and began rubbing it over the hard, smooth surface.
"Does it hurt when your skin stretches." Johnny asked.
"Not really....my belly just gets REALLY, REALLY itchy," Rachel smiled then winced as her unborn son gave her a sharp kick. "Now THAT hurts! He is poking me up under my ribs! Please put some of the belly butter on my breasts too....boy are they pregnancy enhanced!"
Johnny put a big glob of moisturizer in his hand and smeared it over Rachel's DD breasts as her nipples hardened and she blushed. Johnny couldn't believe how much women went through while they were pregnant. It made him admire and love Rachel even more.
Rachel knew she was behind schedule and if she didn't hurry she was going to be late for her appointment with Dr. Freeman. She gathered up clean clothes and lowered her 33 weeks pregnant body gingerly to the edge of her bed. She bent over her tremendous tummy and started to fish her feet blindly through the leg holes of her maternity panties.
"Oh! This is IMPOSSIBLE! I can't hurry with this beach ball belly," Rachel moaned. "Will you please help me!"
Johnny picked up each of Rachel's tiny, sexy feet and guided them through the leg holes of her maternity panties and guided them up to her knees where she took ahold of them and pulled them on. It took all his strength not to push her back across the bed and make love to her.
"What's next," he asked, unable to take his eyes off this very pregnant woman....she was beyond beautiful.
"My black skirt," she said as Johnny helped her get into it. Rachel didn't need any help putting her heavy, milk-filled breasts into the cups of her nursing bra and fastening it behind her curved back. After quickly buttoning a black, turquoise and purple print maternity top she stepped into her black flats and they were ready to go.
Dr. Freeman smiled when Rachel Howell and her fireman boyfriend....make that feince. In her decade as a OB/GYN she had seen hundreds of women blossom through their pregnancies but no one even touched the changes that had come to this 25-year-old women. She had grown from a relatively shy rape victim to a beautiful women who was soon going to be a wife and mother.
"I understand congratulations are in order," Dr. Freeman smiled as Rachel blushed and Johnny took her hand.
Rachel held her breath as the OB/GYN slowly released the grip of the blood pressure cuff. So far everything was fine, but she knew that hypertension was a common problem in late pregnancy and if she had it she might end up on bedrest before the wedding. She breathed a sigh of relief when Dr. Freeman said it was still in good shape. Next it was time to step on the scales.
"You've gained 27 and a half pounds, Rachel," Dr. Freeman told her. "That's right where you should be."
All Johnny could think about was the heavy bags of flour he helped carry into the kitchen at his sister's restaurant. They only weighed 25 pounds and he could put them down, Rachel was stuck carrying her pregnancy weight all the time.
Next Rachel lay on the examining table with her maternity top pulled up over her mammoth 33 weeks pregnant mound and the elastic band of her black skirt pushed down. This was Rachel's favorite part of being pregnant now since she was feeling the tiredness, bulkiness and the aches and pains that came with late pregnancy. She couldn't help smiling as Dr. Freeman moved her hands over her hard, smooth baby bump as her unborn son responded with a volley of strong kicks.
"I think he's getting anxious to be out here," the OB/GYN smiled.
"Well, he better stay put for a little while because there are a lot of things that need to happen before he's born," Rachel said.
Rachel held her breath as Dr. Freeman squeezed a big blog of cold blue gel over her smoothed over belly button and smeered it all over her tremendous tummy. Both Rachel and Johnny watched the screen anxiously until the baby's image appeared. "Oh my God, he's getting so big," Johnny exclamed.
"He's beautiful," Rachel marveled as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't you mean handsome, Rach," Johnny said kissing her cheek. "My son is handsome."
"And his mommy is HUGE," Rachel exclamed as she wiped the gel off her stretched eight and a half months pregnant belly.
"Rachel, you are having a prefect pregnancy but you're getting to the point where you have to slow down and listen to what your body is telling you to do," Dr. Freeman told her.
The happy couple’s next stop was at the bank to sign mortgage papers for their new house. Rachel was near tears of joy and the baby was hammering away inside her womb as she realized this was the beginning of their life together, a life she'd always dreamed of having when she was a little girl in the orphanage. She was finally going to have a family of her own.
Johnny and Rachel were both floating on air when they went to the Italian restaurant to celebrate.
"The baby wants Italian food again," Gina smiled as she looked at her soon-to-be sister-in-law's gigantic pregnant shape.
"I can't believe I'm so hungry all the time," Rachel exclamed. "I hope there is a gym close to the house where I can get back in shape."
"I happen to love your shape," Johnny smiled wrapping his arms around her from behind and placing his hands on her mammoth 33 weeks pregnant mound. Gina smiled as she had a feeling she was going to have LOTS of nieces and nephews.
After watching Rachel down a full plate of spaghetti and meatballs and five slices of garlic bread, Johnny guided her up the steps to his apartment for her to take a nap but she had other things in mind.
"This has been such a wonderful day....all my dreams are coming true," she whispered as they hugged and the baby thumped away between them. "Make love to me Johnny! I love you so much!"
"The doctor told you to take it easy," Johnny smiled.
"She told me to listen to my body," Rachel answered. "And my body is telling me it wants YOUR body."
Johnny's fingers were shaking as he undid the buttons of Rachel's maternity top and lifted it off her shoulders. She was so beautiful and so VERY pregnant. Slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband of her black maternity skirt, he pulled it down over her hips and shapely legs to her bare feet. After easing her onto his bed, he quickly stripped out of his clothes and soon they were kissing passionately in his bed as the baby kicked between them.
Reaching behind Rachel's curved back, Johnny unhooked her nursing bra and freed her milk-filled breasts. Rachel moaned as he fondled them until her nipples were rock hard. Leaning over her, he began licking her hard nipples until suddenly he tasted something sweet...it was her breast milk. "Oh Johnny.....that feels so good.....OH JOHNNY," Rachel exclamed as an unexpeced orgasm flushed through her eight and a half pregnant body.
Rachel was still getting her breath back and her unborn son was kicking up a storm as she rolled over on her side with her tremendous tummy resting against the mattress. Johnny was behind her and moved his hard cock to her dripping pregnant pussy. With a gentle thrust, he pushed his cock into her as she moaned with pleasure. Johnny did most of the work in this position, thrusting is cock in and out as Rachel lay as comfortably as she could. "Oh Johnny! I'm going to come," she told him as her orgasm overpowered her and he shot wave after wave of his manhood into her pregnant body.
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The two weeks before their wedding were a whirlwind for Johnny and Rachel. Once the news of them buying a house circulated through the neighborhood they got all kinds of offers for furniture to fill it. Each day Johnny's brothers or guys from the firehouse were there helping to carry things into the house. The only rooms the soon-to-be married couple wanted control over was their master bedroom and the nursery for the baby boy which continued to grow inside Rachel's tremendous tummy.
Since the dress that Rachel wore at the Red Cross fashion show was too small for her to fit in, she took Amber Kay, who was showing big time, and Gina to a bridal shop that specialized in maternity wedding gowns. But once all three of them were in the giant dressing room, all they wanted to do was see Rachel's 34 weeks pregnant body. Slowly she unhooked the straps of her maternity bib overalls and let the flap fall down revealing her stretched pullover top. Undoing the buttons at the side, she slid the overalls down over her wider hips and slender legs. then reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
"OH MY," Gina and Amber Kay said in unison.
"See! I told you," Rachel smiled. "I'm GIGANTIC!"
Gina had to agree. She hadn't seen Rachel when she wasn't pregnant but her breasts were larger than hers were when she was pregnant. They had to be at least DD and were so full of milk that she could see blue veins in them. Her nipples were long and there were dark rings around her nipples. Her mammoth mound was way out in front of her and her belly button was smoothed over. There was a dark line running down the middle and Gina could see a few small stretch marks on the side of her belly and underneath her belly button. Rachel's hips were wide to support her pregnancy weight and she was often rubbing her curved back.
"I wonder when the last time was this store had two pregnant women in the same bridal party was," Amber Kay laughed.
"Make that three," Gina giggled.
"You mean you're pregnant too," Rachel asked.
"Yes.....but not very," I haven't told anyone yet because this is you and Johnny's time," Gina answered and they all hugged.
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At 35 weeks pregnant Rachel's unborn son weighed about five and a half pounds and she felt as big as her new house. Everything she did seemed to require more of an effort and by the end of the day she was so exhausted all she wanted to do was sleep. But her unborn son wanted no part of that, kicking and poking her with increasing strength. She was just thinking of taking a hot shower to relieve some of the ache in her curved back when Gina called to see if she could come down to the restaurant to go over menu plans for the wedding reception.
Rachel was so tired that she didn't notice all the cars parked around the restaurant. As soon as she was inside the door, everyone shouted "SURPRISE!" and she was the guest of honor at a combination bridal and baby shower. Rachel's crazy pregnancy hormones took over and she was crying like the baby inside her tremendous tummy. But they were tears of joy from realizing that she finally had the family and friends that were always missing when she was a little girl.
A week later Rachel's unborn son was playing soccer inside her womb as she dressed in her wedding gown on Christmas eve. No amount of satin and lace could hide the fact that she was 36 weeks pregnant and as big as a barn. She just hoped that her water wouldn't break or her belly button wouldn't pop during the ceremony. She'd already told the priest to keep the ceremony short because she had to pee every half hour and one good kick from her unborn son would give everybody a story to tell for years.
The Catholic church was filled with Johnny's family and her friends as the wedding music began to play and she looked to the altar to see Johnny and his brothers and Gina and Amber Kay waiting. Mama Falcone, who insisted on giving her away, took her arm and they began walking down the aisle. About halfway to the altar, Rachel felt her tremendous tummy tighten as she had a powerful Braxton Hicks contraction. She wanted to stop and Mama Falcone looked at her worriedly, but they made it to where Johnny was waiting.
Rachel looked into Johnny's eyes and she knew that everything was going to be alright.The priest did speed up the ceremony but when they got to the part where they exchanged their vows, the baby decided to put in his two cents and gave Rachel a couple of kicks that were so strong they actually hurt. When Rachel and Johnny were pronounced man and wife, they kissed longingly while everyone applauded and the baby poked between them. They hurried to the back of the church while the organist played music long enough to go the restroom and pee.
Everyone was still having a wonderful time at the restaurant an hour and a half later when Johnny and Rachel snuck upstairs to his apartment to change their clothes and then headed to the airport. In what was the best wedding present I could imagine, the company that owed the radio station where Rachel worked gave them a babymoon in Cancun and flew them there in the corporate jet. The jet had barely taken off when Rachel fell asleep in Johnny's arms. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was....and how pregnant. Johnny moved his hands to Rachel's tremendous 36 weeks pregnant tummy and was rewarded with a volley of strong kicks and jabs that made him amazed that his wife could sleep through. HIS WIFE, he couldn't help smiling. "and you are my son", he thought as the baby kicked again.
Sunshine was starting to filter through the window when Rachel woke up feeling totally disoriented and having to pee. Then she remembered.....the wedding and getting on the jet....and apparently falling asleep. She was in Mexico on her honey....make that BABYMOON. More importantly, she was in Johnny's arms...HER HUSBAND'S ARMS. She'd slept through her wedding night, Rachel thought. She would just have to do something about that.
Johnny only mumbled a little in his sleep when she moved his hand off her mammoth mound and grunted with the effort as she moved her nine months pregnant body to the edge of the bed then tiped over the edge landing on her knee then struggled to stand up and hurried to the bathroom while Johnny slept soundly.
Once Rachel peed a river, she looked around at the huge bathroom. There was a jaccuzzi tub as big as a swimming pool and it had a seat that raised into the water. "What do you think, precious baby, should mommy try this thing out," she asked as her unborn son responded with a sharp kick that Rachel interpreted as a yes. The only thing she wasn't sure of was whether she should get in and start the water or start the water then lower her 36 weeks pregnant body into it. In the end she compromised, getting the water started and at the right temperature before lovering her very pregnant body onto the seat.
The warm bubbly water was working wonders on her aching muscles. Rachel lay in the tub so only the top of her mammoth nine months pregnant belly was sticking out of the water. It was then that she noticed that her belly button had popped out and looked like the cork in a wine botte. She lifted her legs as high as they would go before she saw the tips of her toes over her mammoth mound. Rachel never dreamed that there would be so much of her....that she'd be SOOOO PREGNANT. She moved her hands over the smooth firm surface of her stretched stomach as her unborn son elbowed or kicked her, making a little bump in her skin. "I can't wait to hold you, my precious baby boy," she told her passenger.
Rachel could have stayed in the warm, pulsing water all day but she had something much more pleasurable in mind. Riding the seat back up, she carefully maneuvered her 36 weeks pregnant body out of the tub and used three giant fluffy towels to dry herself off. Johnny was still sleeping when she snuck back into the bedroom to get the maternity nightgown she'd been given at her wedding/baby shower. Once back in the bathroom, Rachel opened the box to find a purple maternity teddy. The top was so flimsy she could see right through it and she was pretty sure it wasn't designed to wear one of her nursing bras underneath it. The bottom had a thin elastic waistband and three leg holes.....OH MY, Rachel thought to herself as she realized it wasn't a leg hole.....it was a PUSSY hole, she thought as she blushed.
Johnny was just waking up as he realized he was in bed alone. The bathroom door opened slowly and Rachel padded barefooted into the bedroom. GOD SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, he thought as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a purple top that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her milk-filled breasts and the dark chocolate rings around her nipples. Instantly he started getting hard. Her tremendous tummy was sticking out even more and he realized that her belly button had pushed out.
"I think we forgot something last night, Mr. Falcone," Rachel smiled.
"And what would that be, Mrs. Falcone," Johnny said, holding his arms open and she hurried to the bed.
The babymooning couple giggled as they tried to find a way to lay that accomodated Rachel's tremendous tummy. "Now I know what they mean when they say someone is hugely pregnant," she smiled.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Johnny said. "But I'm kind of partial since you are my wife."
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They started with butterfly kisses but quickly advanced to passionate ones that took Rachel's breath away as her unborn son hammered away inside her stretched womb. When Johnny's tongue pushed past her lips she moaned and soon they were French kissing as he moved his hands over her nine months pregnant body.
Johnny moved his hands to Rachel's massive mammaries. Her breasts were so heavy and filled with milk that he could see blue veins in them. The rings around her long nipples were dark brown and as he fondled Rachel's breasts her nipples became rock hard. Rubbing his tongue over them, his mouth was suddenly filled with the sweetness of mother's milk as Rachel moaned with pleasure. He moved his hands lower to his wife's tremendous tummy as a tiny foot or elbow made a bump in her smooth, stretched skin. It was so amazing!
Johnny hadn't even gotten to her very pregnant pussy and Rachel was wet already. Taking his hands, she moved them to the open crotch of her purple maternity teddies.
"This is handy," Johnny smiled, placing his fingers over her sandy brown curls.
"Make love to me, Johnny," she whispered. "Make love to your wife."
"Do you have any suggestions," Johnny smiled, cradling his hands under Rachel's mammoth mound.
"I think I'm going to have to be on top," Rachel answered as she blushed from head to toe.
The weight of the baby was so heavy and her tremendous tummy was so gigantic that Rachel had to stop and get her breath back after she manouevered her nine months pregnant body so Johnny's stiff cock was at the lips of her dripping pussy. Johnny supported her with hands at the base of her stretched stomach as she lowered herself slowly and his cock eased into her as she moaned with pleasure. Rachel had never experienced anything like it before....to be in total control of her orgasm. She went up and down, driving Johnny's cock into her deeper and deeper, faster and faster until she felt her orgasm building. Before she could even say a word, it overpowered her and she screamed with pleasure then the newlyweds collapsed into each others arms.
Afterward they lay naked in the giant bed spooning as Johnny wrapped his arms around Rachel's mammoth nine months pregnant mound as the baby kicked strongly inside her stretched womb.
"He is so amazing," Johnny said, kissing his wife's neck. "We're going to have to come up with a name for him real soon."
"I know....I've been waiting because I always knew that you would be a part of our lives," Rachel smiled as they kissed.
"What do you have in mind," Johnny asked as he rubbed her firm, smooth bulging belly.
"I like Christopher and Michael," Rachel answered.
"Michael was my father's name," Johnny told her.
"Maybe we better not chose it, your mother....." she started.
"Would be overjoyed," Johnny finished. "This baby is MY son and he will be as much a part of the Falcone family as all the other kids."
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There were five other pregnant couples at the resort when Johnny and Rachel got there and the number increased as the days passed. They were served breakfast in bed and there seemed to be delicious food everywhere, which was good because baby Michael was taking up so much space inside her tremendous nine months pregnant tummy that Rachel could only eat small meals. During the day the couples enjoyed massages, attended natural childbirth and baby care classes, and took advantage of a private beach where Rachel didn't feel uncomfortable wearing a two piece bikini whose top barely contained her DD cup milk-filled breasts and revealed her bare mammoth mound complete with pushed out belly button.
With each passing day Rachel felt her nine months pregnant body changing. The baby was moving lower, dropping into position to be born. He couldn't kick up under her ribs anymore and she could take a deep breath for the first time in weeks but now she felt increasing pressure on her cervix. Her massive mammaries were so filled with milk that she could see blue veins in them. When she took her nursing bras off the insides of the cups were wet from her leaking nipples.
On the last night of their babymoon, the resort was treating them to a romantic dinner. Rachel didn't realize how much her very pregnant 25-year-old body had changed in just a week's time until she lowered herself gingerly into the giant bath tub and nearly sent water flowing over the sides. Baby Michael kicked and turned inside her stretched womb with amazing force and Rachel was both nervous and excited about finally being able to hold her newborn son in her arms.
Rachel let the water drain out of the tub before she gripped the handrails and grunted with the effort as she struggled to stand up then rubbed her aching curved back. Her unborn son gave her a solid kick as if to to say "it won't be too much longer, mommy." She needed every bit of two giant towels to dry herself off then she couldn't resist looking at her extremely pregnant shape in the full-length bathroom mirror. It seemed like every part of her body was different. Her hair was thicker and her skin smooth and shining with health although her face was a little puffier than normal. Rachel's shoulders and shoulder blades were hidden as her body stored away nutrients for nursing Michael. Her DD breasts were plump and so teeming with milk she could see blue veins in them. Her nipples seemed longer and softer and were surrounded by rich chocolate colored rings.
Rachel's mammoth mound had moved lower as Michael moved into position to be born. According to the talking bathroom scales, she has gained nearly 37 pounds during her pregnancy. There was a dark line running down the middle to her pushed out belly button and there were the faint beginning of stretch marks on the sides and at the base of her belly that would fade once she delivered the baby. Her hips were wider and flatter to support her pregnancy weight and her curved back was always aching at this point in her pregnancy. If she stood for too long, her feet and ankles swelled and she went without shoes as much as possible.
Johnny was laying across the bed when his wife came back from the bathroom enourmously pregnant and totally naked. She was so beautiful that she took his breath away. He pretended he was asleep as he watched her gather up clean clothes and lower her heavy body to the edge of the other side the bed.
Rachel took the pair of flimsy blue maternity panties in her hands and bend over her tremendous tummy to fish her bare feet blindly through the leg holes. When she let out a string of curse words, Johnny couldn't help laughing.
"Don't laugh at me! This is not easy, Buster," Rachel exclamed. "I feel GIGANTIC! I can't see my feet anymore."
"Do you want me to give you hand," Johnny asked.
"You better or we'll never get out of this room," she answered handing him her panties. Johnny thought to himself that that didn't sound like a terrible thing. Kneeling down in front of Rachel, he guided her feet through the leg holes and up over her smooth shapely legs. "Now help me with these," his wife said handing him a pair of dark blue maternity pantyhose. From her smile, he knew that Rachel knew what this was doing to him. "Thanks, sweetheart! You'll get your reward later," she said kissing his cheek after he pulled her to her feet so she could pull the maternity panties and pantyhose up over her big bulging nine months pregnant belly.
Rachel was so pregnant that every eye in the fancy resort restaurant drifted to her mammoth nine months pregnant mound. Baby Michael was taking up so much space inside her womb that she could only eat a few bites of food at a time and after a few sips of sparkling grape juice she felt the need to go to the bathroom. Her unborn son had so little space to move that he was either pressed against her spine or sitting on her bladder. As much as she loved being pregnant, she was ready for it to be over with.
Johnny couldn't belive how beautiful his wife was. Her face was glowing with health and she was so full of baby. "Would you care to dance, Mrs. Falcone," he asked
"Well, maybe Mr. Falcone...if you help me up," Rachel wrinked her nose as he pulled her to her feet and they headed for the dance floor.
Rachel marveled at the way she fit perfectly in Johnny's arms except for her tremendous tummy. "Something is definately coming between us," she sighed. "I feel as big as a whale!"
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Johnny said, kissing her nose as they swayed on the dance floor.
"You're just saying that because you're stuck with me now," she giggled. Without drawing the attention of the other couples on the dance floor, Johnny took her hand from his waist and moved it lower to his crotch where Rachel felt his erection and smiled. "I think we should go back to our rooms," she whispered. "I feel like I need to get off my feet."
As soon as they closed the door behind them, Johnny took Rachel in his arms and gave her a breathtaking kiss as he felt the baby inside her tremendous tummy hammering away. He was in such a hurry to get her out of the blue maternity dress that his fingers had trouble undoing the tiny buttons. When the dress was laying on the floor, Johnny kissed her neck as he he moved his hands over her smooth shoulders then unhooked her bra, freeing her massive milk filled mammaries. When he rubbed his fingers over Rachel's nipples they instantly hardened as she moaned with pleasure.
Rachel's knees were so weak she was relieved when her husband lowered her to the giant bed. Johnny's hands seemed to be everywhere--fondling her milk-filled breasts, moving over the smooth firmness of her tremendous nine and a half months pregnant belly, then sliding lower to rub her inner thighs as she felt the sexual energy building inside her as her pregnant pussy became wetter and wetter.
Johnny was amazed by his wife's swollen breasts. They were so full of milk that he could see blue veins in them. There were dark chocolate rings around her hard nipples and when he squeezed them, Rachel gasped and his fingers were suddenly wet.
"I'm sorry....they are just so full," she started as he put a wet finger to her lips.
"Taste," he told her. "It's sweet.....just like you."
"OH JOHNNY! Make love to me now! I'm SOOO WET," she said breathlessly.
At this point in her pregnancy, with her mammoth oblong mound pushing out farther than she'd ever imagined it could go, there was only one way that she and Johnny could make love. She grunted with the effort as her husband helped her up onto her hands and knees. Her milk-filled DD breasts were hanging and her pushed out belly button almost touched the sheet.
"I feel like such a cow! I don't know how you can even look at me," she said lowly.
"Rachel, you are absolutely beautiful! I can't take my eyes off of you," Johnny told her.
"PROVE IT, BUSTER," she said as a smile curved her lips.
Johnny placed his hands on Rachel's firm butt and placed the tip of his hard cock against her dripping pussy. He wanted to be inside her so much but she was so close to delivering the baby that he didn't want to do anything that would put her in labor. Rachel moaned with pleasure as he pushed his cock into her. He wanted to go slow but soon Rachel was rocking back and forth, urging him to go faster. "OH JOHNNY! I'M GONNA CUM.......I'M CUMMMINNNGGGGGG," she screamed as a strong orgasm overpowered her and they collapsed into each others arms.
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Both Johnny and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when they were back in Seattle. Momma Falcone took one look at Rachel's tremendous oblong tummy and told her that baby Michael had dropped into position and would be born soon. Dr. Freeman told her the same thing when she went in for her 38 weeks prenatal check-up.
"You've gained 35 pounds....that's excellent for a first pregnancy...and you're blood pressure is excellent," her obstetrician told her.
"I've LOVED being pregnant but boy am I ready for this to be over," Rachel said, rubbing her aching curved back with one hand and her mammoth mound with the other.
"It won't be long, Rachel," Dr. Moore told her. "You are at full term....I'm going to say you're baby boy will weigh right around eight pounds. I'd definately have your bags packed."
At home everyone wanted to pamper her and Rachel wasn't complaining. Just getting to her feet when she was laying or sitting down required help. Her curved back was constantly aching and she had to pee every ten minutes. Johnny's mother was always bringing them something over to eat and Gina, who was already the sister she'd never had, came over often to visit and straighten the house and keep her company while Johnny was at the fire station.
But a week later Michael was still showing no signs of being born and Rachel was bored and tired of being pampered, no matter how much she loved her family for taking care of her. When the radio station called and asked if she would do a show for one of the other hosts who was sick, she jumped at the chance.
Weak winter sunshine was filtering through the bedroom window when Rachel woke up alone in bed. Well, not exactly alone, she thought as baby Michael gave her a sharp jab and she rubbed a hand over her mammoth nine and a half months pregnant mound. Johnny was working double shifts at the fire station so he would have comp time to use after the baby was born...which couldn't happen soon enough to suit Rachel. Johnny was definately getting more sleep at the fire station where he didn't have to contend with the half dozen pillows she used to tru to get comfortable and waking up every half hour to help his wife get out of bed to go pee.
Rolling away the comforter, Rachel groaned with the effort as she rolled over onto her curved back and lay there until she got her breath back. She couldn't help smiling when she realized that her tremendous 39 weeks pregnant tummy resembled Mt. Rainier. Then her unborn baby gave a sharp kick to her full bladder and she realized that if she didn't get to the bathroom soon, her bed would be more like the Pee-cific Ocean.
Taking as deep a breath as she could, the 25-year-old nine and a half months pregnant woman struggled to move her gravid body sideways across the mattress so her knees were bent and her bare feet were wide apart on the carpeted floor. Pressing her hands against the sheet, Rachel grunted with the effort as she pushed her big bulging belly outward as she manoevered herself to her feet and waddled hurriedly to the bathroom to pee.
Minutes later, she was standing under the warm water, first aiming the stream at her aching curved back and then down over her milk-filled breasts and mammoth mound. Her belly was so gigantic that the water missed her crotch and the front of her still slender legs as the baby kicked strongly inside her womb. Rachel needed every bit of three giant thirsty bath towels to dry herself off then she couldn't resist taking a pregnant pause to look at her shape in the full-length mirror from different angles.
It was hard for Rachel to find a part of her body that HADN'T changed in the last few months. Her light brown hair grew faster and shined with health and her face looked a little puffier than normal. She could no longer feel her collar bones and shoulder blades because of the thin layer of fat her body had produced to insure she would be healthy as she nursed her unborn baby. Rachel had no worries in that department. Her normally unspectacular B cup breasts were now DD and so teeming with milk that she could see blue veins in them. The rings around her long nipples were rich chocolate and at the end of the day her maternity bra cups were moist from her nipples leaking.
Several inches below her bountiful breasts, her mammoth mound began. Since baby Michael dropped into position to be born, Rachel could take a deep breath again and her belly wasn't rounded anymore. It was oblong like a giant slanted watermelon with a dark line running down the middle to her pushed out belly button. Her curved back was ALWAYS aching now and her hips were wide and flat to support the 37 pounds she'd gained during her pregnancy.
"Oh Michael, you better get here soon because your mommy is GIGANTIC," Rachel exclamed as she rubbed her stretched stomach and her unborn son gave her some kicks that were so strong they almost hurt.
Wrapping a towel around most of her 39 weeks pregnant body, she waddled back to the bedroom and gathered up clean clothes. Lowering her heavy pregnant body to the edge of the mattress, Rachel bent over her tremendous tummy and blindly fished her bare feet through the leg holes of her maternity panties and jeans then struggled to her feet and pulled them up under her tremendous tummy. After lifting her heavy milk-filled breasts into the cups of a nursing bra, she fastened it behind her curved back then pulled an extra large red knit sweater over her head and down over her oblong belly. After slipping into her mules shoes she waddled out the door and took a taxi to the radio station since she could no longer fit comfortably behind the steering wheel.

Rachel didn't realize how much she missed everyone at the radio station. Since all she was going to talk about was her pregnancy, her wedding and babymoon and her marriage with Johnny, she didn't have to do a lot of preparation. Instead she chatted and ate and peed, but by suppertime her curved back was aching even more than usual and baby Michael felt like an anchor inside her mammoth mound.
As it got closer to the time for Rachel to go on the air, the station employees thinned out until by 7 p.m. it was just her and Phil, her sound engineer. Even with the most comfortable chair in the studio and three soft pillows, her curved back still ached and it was hard to find a comfortable position.
"I hope your mommy still remembers how to do this," she said rubbing her trememdous tummy. But once the red light went on, it was like she'd never taken maternity leave and the switchboard lit up with callers. When breaks came for the national news links, Rachel waddled hurriedly down the bathroom to pee and the lunchroom to pick up snacks that everyone left behind for her.
Everything changed shortly after 9:45 p.m. when suddenly everything started shaking violently. Rachel tried to hang onto the console in frontof her but she uncontrolably fell to the floor as she wrapped her arms around her tremendous nine and a half months pregnant belly to protect her unborn son.
Johnny was sitting at the kitchen table at the firehouse listening to his wife detail their wedding and honeymoon on the radio and being teased by the other firefighters when everything shook and went black. After a few seconds, the emergency generator kicked on and the tones began sounding for emergency calls. What was once Rachel's voice was now static, he could only hope and pray and his wife and unborn son were safe.
"Rachel.....are you OK," Phil asked from the other side of the glass.
"I think so. What was that," she asked as the emergency lighting came on to dimly light the room.
"An earthquake...I think. I'm going to go to the rook to see if I can get the emergency generator going," Phil said as she heard him leave the radio studio. Rachel sat on the floor until she felt her unborn son move inside her stretched womb.
By the time Rachel worked her heavy nine and a half months pregnant body to her hands and knees she was out of breath and her curved back was aching even more. Her mammoth oblong mound was so large that it touched the carpet as she crawled to a chair to try to stand up. Rachel braced her hands against the chair and groaned with the effort as she started to get to her feet. Suddenly she felt an unusual pressure inside her very pregnant body then a pop as warm liquid flooded her panties and the crotch of her maternity jeans.
"Oh no! My water broke," she whispered out loud as the liquid darkened the legs of her jeans and made a puddle on the floor.
Rachel eased her nine and a half months pregnant body into the chair and suddenly it dawned on her that the terrible backache she'd been experiencing all day was the beginning of labor. But then the console in front of her came to life with all the incoming phone lines lit up and she couldn't think about herself or her situation anymore.
"This is Rachel Howell at KKMO," she said into the microphone. "The Seattle area has appearently experienced a major earthquake. We are switching to emergency programs. Please only call if you need help or can report on damages."
Some of the callers hung up but the lights lit up just as quickly. Rachel started answering calls and tried to calm scared residents as she hoped someone in the fire and police departments was listening to her broadcast and sending help. Even though she was terribly busy, she became aware of the pains that were coming about every 15 minutes and felt like very strong period cramps. Rachel's heart pounded as she realized she was in labor.
Rachel was so busy answering calls and relaying information to whoever might be listening to her radio show that she lost all track of time and what was happening inside her nine and a half months pregnant body. She was about to press the button to take another call when she felt pressure building in the small of her back. Moments later the pain wrapped around her tremendous oblong tummy making her stop talking in mid sentence and double over clutching her rock hard belly. About eight minutes later, another contraction hit. They were getting closer and Rachel's heart pounded as she realized there might be no one there to help her deliver her baby.
So much pressure building in the small of her aching curved back and suddenly in her pubic area. When the contraction hit, Rachel wrapped her feet around the legs of her chair and doubled over her tremendous oblong tummy as she groaned. I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS, I HAVE TO GET READY TO HAVE MY BABY, she thought to herself. The contractions were coming every three minutes and lasting for about a minute.
"If anyone is listening......could you send an ambulance to KKMO....for a woman in labor....ME," she said as she turned off her microphone.
Johnny's engine company had been called to at least a couple dozen emergency scenes since the earthquake hit. A few of them were major rescues but most of them were people who were more scared than anything else. He was getting a drink of water when one of the chiefs put a hand on his shoulder. "Your wife was doing a wonderful job directing emergency workers," he said. "I think she said she was in labor. You better go see if you can get to her."
Rachel's contractions seemed even stronger when she was up and moving around. She was in the hallway headed for the women's restroom when a powerful cramp hit. Her knees felt suddenly weak and she had to brace herself against the wall as she doubled over her mammoth mound and groaned. By the time she got to the restroom, she was covered with sweat and her maternity clothes were clinging to her skin. Pressure was building again as she gathered clean towels and started towards the employee lounge where there was a couch she could lay down on.
Rachel dropped the pile of towels beside the couch just as another vicious contraction doubled her over groaning. She found a couple bottles of water in the refrigerator and put them where she could reach them when she was laying down. The contractions hurt so much and were so close together that Rachel knew she was in transition, the most painful part of childbirth. Her heart was pounding as she realized that help wasn't going to get there in time. She was going to have to deliver her baby boy alone.
Slipping her fingers under the stretchy waistband of her maternity jeans, Rachel pulled them down her shapely legs and stepped out of them. She decided to leave her panties on for as long as possible, just in case help really came before she delivered the baby. She tried her cell phone one more time but it still wasn't working. Taking a deep breath and saying a silent prayer, she lowered her heavy laboring nine and a half months pregnant body to the couch to give birth.
Rachel lost all track of time. Her reality was the contractions that were wracking her body. Suddenly she felt so much pressure, like she had to make a bowel movement. But she knew it wasn't that...it was the baby. When the contraction hit, it was like a steel band tightening around her tremendous oblong tummy. Panting to get her breath back, Rachel knew it was time. Groaning with the effort, she lifted her bottom off the couch long enough to pull her soaked pantied down over her knees and finally off. Moving her fingers to her opening, she knew she was fully dilated and it was time to deliver her baby boy.
So much pressure building in her lower back and deep in her lower abdomen. OH GOD! I HAVE TO PUSH......I HAVE TO PUSH, Rachel thought. When the contraction came, she doubled over, groaning as she beared down. With each contraction she groaned and then grunted as she pushed. Her laboring nine and a half months pregnant body was covered with sweat.
Intense pressure was building again. Rachel cradled her hands around the base of her mammoth oblong mound and pressed her bare feet against the arm of the couch. When the contraction hit, she grunted with the effort as she pulled her tremendous tummy back towards her again and again until she felt the baby's head slide into the birth canal.
Rachel was getting so tired but when the contractions engulfed her laboring body, she just HAD to push. Her pullover sweater was bunched up under her milk-filled breasts as she placed her hands at the top of her mammoth oblong mound. When contractions came, she grunted hoarsely as she pushed the baby towards her dilated opening again and again. OH GOD! SO MUCH PRESSURE.....she moaned. When the contraction hit, Rachel pushed grunting and then screaming as she suddenly felt the baby's head at her opening.
On the next contraction, Rachel beared down but the baby only nudged forward a little. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her hands under her thighs. When the next contraction came, she doubled over pushing with all her might, first grunting then screaming as the baby's head crowned her fully dilated opening. So much pressure was building. Rachel gritted her teeth and pushed as the baby's head popped out with a gush of fluid. She was feeling lightheaded as she struggled to sit up to support the baby's head. When the next contraction came, she panted then pushed as she turned her son's shoulders and pulled his slippery body out of hers.
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The elevator wasn't working when Johnny got to the 20-story building that housed KKMO. By the time he dashed up 10 flights of stairs he was out of breath but then he heard it......the sound of a baby crying. His heart was pounding as he followed the cries and found Rachel holding their newborn son.
"Oh Johnny! Thank God you're OK," Rachel said.
"ME? Thank God you and the baby are OK," he said lowering himself to the couch to check on his wife and newborn son.
"We're WONDERFUL! Look at him....he's beautiful," Rachel said looking at baby Michael.
"I think you're BOTH beautiful," Johhny said as he heard footsteps getting closer.
Six months later all of the damage from the earthquake was cleaned up and life in Seattle was back to normal. When the heroes from that day were honored at a ceremony at city hall the youngest recipient of the Award of Valor was being held in his father's arms while his mother held the two plaques they'd just received.
"This isn't fair. Everyone in this family got something but me," Johnny said smiling as he took his wife and son in his arms.
"You'll get something," Rachel grinned, "in about seven months."

Pregnant with a Black Man’s Baby – Historical Pregnancy Fiction
By Stevie D.
WRITER'S NOTE: This a work of historical pregnancy erotic fiction. It uses the language commonly used in the South in the early 1950's. It should not be read as a work of racism, as both good and bad people come in all colors.
My precious daughter, if you're reading this letter it means I am gone from this earth. I hope you know how much I loved you. I pray you won't think any less of me after you read the story I have to tell you.
In 1952 I was teaching at a high school in South Carolina. It seemed like most of the men were over fighting in Korea. At 35 I feared I feared I would never find a husband and have children of my own. Every time one of my students called me Miss Wycoff it was a reminder of my singleness. My mother and father were already dead and as an only child I felt so very alone. But it was other feelings that I feared would drive me insane. Long after everyone in the boarding house was sound asleep I was fighting a losing battle with my own desires.
The summer air was so warm that my thin nightgown was clinging to my skin. Undoing the top few buttons, I moved my hands to my bare C-cup breasts. Oh Lord, it felt so good! Soon my nipples were hard and I was breathing rapidly and each time I touched them I whimpered with pleasure. Moving my hands between my legs to the crotch of my panties I squeezed as the pleasure I felt nearly made me scream with joy. When my juices soaked all the way through the cotton I slid my hand under the waistband and moved my fingers to my pussy. Taking a deep breath, I pushed two fingers deep into myself and began moving them quickly back and forth. Oh God, I could feel it happening! Biting my sheet to keep from screaming and waking up everyone, I orgasmed, totally soaking my panties.
At school I just tried to do my job. I'm sure the students thought I was too strict and I didn't have any close friends among the other teachers. That was fine with me. I didn't care if anyone noticed me. I'd noticed Rafe though. He was hard to ignore. Well over six feet tall and with the body of an athlete, he worked evenings at the high school so he could go the Negro college across town. One day I stayed late to correct test papers. Finishing the last one, I grabbed my coat and closed the door behind me. Turning around, I saw Rafe with a mop and cleaning bucket. When I started to walk by him, he blocked my path.
My heart was pounding. "When are you going out for track this year," I asked nervously, "I'm not," he said. "Why not," I questioned. "Ligament." he answered. "Oh, you tore a ligament," I said. "That's what the doctor say." he told me. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm not, I only like football," Rafe told me. "Oh...." I started. "It's swollen. Want to feel," he asked taking my hand and moving it to his muscular groin. "Feel that swelling there," he questioned. "Yes," I answered, trying to look away. "You can feel it better here. Let me show you," he said pulling down his zipper and moving my hand inside his pants to his hard cock. "That's beginning to swell too," he said as I tried to pull away. "Let go of my hand, Rafe! Let go..." I screamed but he stuck his hand over my mouth. I bit him then he slapped me across my face. I tried to slap him back but he caught my wrist and hit me harder, knocking to the floor by a row of desks. "I'm warning you, not one sound," he said as he locked the door behind us. I tried to get away, crawling to the front of the room, but he followed me until I was in a corner beside the blackboard.
Walking toward me, he pushed desks out of his way. Halfway to me he stopped and loosened his belt and started taking off his coveralls. There was nothing underneath but his dark glistening skin. With a sweep of his arm he sent everything flying off my desk. My heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe as he lifted me from being huddled in the corner and lowered me to the top of my desk. Taking ahold of my collar, he ripped open the front of my blouse sending buttons across the room. Working his hands under my bare shoulders, he unhooked my bra. "Nice. You have such nice white titties," he said.
Moving his big rough hands to my bare breasts he began fondling them until I couldn't help moaning with pleasure. When he moved his hand to my crotch I feared I was going to die. "You want Rafe now, don't you," he asked, standing over me. Before I could answer he yanked down my wet panties, hiked up my wool skirt and moved his hard cock to my wet pussy. It was bigger than anything I had ever thought about sticking inside me. With a quick, hard thrust he entered me as I groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I lost my virginity. In and out, back and forth, harder and harder. Oh God, I could feel the sexual tension building inside me. I was going to come! Rafe's body suddenly got stiff and he filled me with his manhood as I orgasmed again and again.
Somehow I managed to pull myself together and get back to the boarding house without anybody seeing me. I avoided Rafe at all costs. But one morning I opened my classroom door to find "YOU BE HERE THIS AFTERNOON!" scrawled across my blackboard. I erased it quickly before my students arrived.
I was correcting papers when Rafe came into the classroom. "Where have you been," he asked. "We can't," I said. "What's wrong Miss Wycoff? Don't I have enough to give you," he asked. "What happened last Friday will never happen again," I said starting to leave my desk. He caught me and pulled me close to him. "Where do you think you're going." he asked. "I'm going home, Rafe," I said nervously. "What's wrong Miss Wycoff? I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't," he said. "You must let me leave, Rafe. Let me go," I pleaded as he moved his hands from my back to squeeze my ass cheeks. "Just relax, Miss Wycoff. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to hold you close," he said.
"Don't you realize how dangerous this is," I asked. "I just want to hold you," Rafe insisted as he pulled me closer. "Rafe, stop this...stop it....stop it, Rafe," I said but my breathing gave me away as he fondled my ass. He kissed me again and again, tenderly as I surrendered to my desires. Slowly he loosened the bow on my blouse and unbuttoned it. He pulled it out of my skirt as we kissed again with a passion I'd never felt and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
Once Rafe knew that I wasn't going to run away, he loosened his grip on me long enough to spread a blanket on the floor. "I got it from the storeroom," he told me. Slowly I lowered myself on top of it while Rafe got out of his coveralls, his big Negro cock was already stiff and ready for action. Then we were in each other's arms again, our bodies pressing together. I knew it was terribly wrong but it felt so very good! His big rough hands covered my bare breasts squeezing and kneading them until they were even firmer. He lowered his face to my chest and when he ran his tongue over my hard nipples I thought I was going to die. I couldn't keep from moaning as I felt my orgasm building. I came with such force that my cotton panties were soaked clear through.
Rafe was smiling as he pulled down my drenched drawers and pushed my skirt up over my waist as I lifed my ass from the blanket. I was already breathing heavy as I lay there with my bent knees spread wide apart invitingly. Rafe moved his muscular body between them, moving his thick cock to my wet pussy then pushed it deep into me as I groaned with pleasure and my Negro lover pressed his body against mine. I couldn't help noticing the sweet aroma made from the mixture of my perfume and Rafe's sweat. In and out...deeper and deeper...we were working in perfect rhythm as we moaned and groaned with pleasure. Oh Lord, I could feel my orgasm building. Suddenly Rafe's body got stiff and I wrapped my legs around his body as we exploded together then collapsed to get our breath back.
After that there was no turning back. I'd found a way to answer my body's desires even though I was scared to death what would happen if anyone found out about us. I found more and more reasons to stay at school long after the students and other teachers were gone so I could be with my Negro lover. When Rafe touched me my body seemed to come alive. I was grading papers with such concentration that I didn't notice Rafe until he put his big hands on my shoulders and brushed away my long black hair to kiss my neck. He pulled me to my feet and led me towards the door. "Where are we going," I asked. "To the nurse's room, Don't worry, we're the only ones in the school. All the doors are locked," he told me.
Closing the door behind us, we were in each other's arms kissing passionately as Rafe moved his hands over my body. Pushing me away, he began unbuttoning my dress and smiling when he saw that I was only wearing a half slip. Soon my clothes were laying on the floor with Rafe's pants and he lowered me to the cot in the nurses' room. Reaching his hands under my shoulder blades, Rafe unhooked my bra. But when he began fondling my bare breasts, I couldn't help wincing. "What's wrong," Rafe asked. "They're just a little tender. Don't stop," I told him as soon I was groaning with pleasure.
"Your legs feel so smooth with those silk stockings," Rafe said as he rubbed his hands over them moving higher to my thighs and garter belts. Then he was feeling even higher, touching my bare skin as my breathing quickened again. Outside the room I thought I heard a noise in the distance. "Did you hear something," I asked nervously. "It was nothing. No one could get in," Rafe told me.
We were kissing again as our sweaty nearly-naked bodies pressed together and I felt his erection against my leg. Rubbing his hand over my slender stomach, he moved it to the crotch of my white cotton panties, When he squeezed I couldn't help groaning as I came. "Fuck me Rafe! I want to feel your big cock inside me," I whispered. With a powerful thrust, Rafe made my wish come true and soon we were working together with the precision we had developed over the months we'd been having sex. "Oh Lord! I'm going to cum," I moaned as I felt my orgasm building. That made Rafe work with even more determination. OHH, OH GOD! OHH GOD YES! I'M COMING! I'M....I'M COMING! OOH, OOHH, OOOOOOHHHH, I screamed as I came again and again as Rafe shot his manhood deep into me.
With my limited sexual experience, I didn't fully realize the risks I was taking until Thanksgiving vacation came and my period didn't. At first I thought my calculations were wrong and didn't think anything of it. But then it was a week late, and then two. I wasn't a biology teacher but I knew how babies were made--and that I'd been doing it often. My heart pounded with fear as I realized I might be single and pregnant--with a Negro's baby.
Before I could even tell Rafe what I suspected, my whole world fell apart. One morning when I went into my classroom I looked at my blackboard and my heart stopped. Written across it in big letters was MISS WYCOFF FUCKS NIGGERS. I quickly erased it before my students arrived but after that I could hear whispers and seeing the students and other teachers staring at me. One day after classes were over, Mr Harris, the principal, came into my room and closed the door. "Miss Wycoff, I've been hearing some awful rumors...can you tell me that they're not true," he said. "I'd like to.....but I can't," I said lowly. "Christmas vacation starts tomorrow, Miss Wycoff. I trust you'll have your desk cleaned out by the time school starts again," he said sternly.
The boarding block was about four blocks from the high school. As I walked I tried to think what I was going to do but the walk wasn't nearly long enough for that. My packed suitcases were sitting on the front porch and there was already a "Room for rent" sign in the window. I guessed the news traveled fast. Now I didn't have any choice. Suddenly I wanted to get out of town as quickly as I could. I made it to the bank five minutes before it closed and withdrew the four hundred twenty seven dollars I'd managed to save. By the time I got to the bus station I had to go to the bathroom even though I'd done it at the school before I left. I wondered if I really was pregnant and worried what I'd do if I was.
The bus I managed to get a seat on left South Carolina and winded south ending up in Sparta, Georgia. I wanted to be as far away from Oak Springs as possible so I bought the full ticket. The bus was only about half full as we rode through the night. A few rows ahead of me, a young mother tried to soothe her crying baby. Oh God, please don't let me be pregnant, I prayed.
Sparta looked like a friendly town a little smaller than where I came from. I couldn't help noticing the shacks on the edge of town where Negros lived. The town was all decorated for Christmas, which was the following day. I found a rooming house for women and rented a room for five dollars for the week and two dollars for my breakfasts and suppers. Once I got settled in, I walked downtown and found a doctor's office. "I'd like to make an appointment," I told the receptionist nervously. "He has a cancellation, he can see you right now," she said cheerfully leading me back to the examining room and a gray-haired doctor. "What seems to be your problem," he asked. "I think I'm going to have a baby," I told him. "That won't be too hard to find out, Mrs...." he started. "Wy...Wyman," I said. After he was finished he led me to the door. "Check back in a few days and I should have the test results," he told me.
Those two days were the longest ones of my life and it seemed like anything but Christmas. When the doctor saw me he smiled. "Congratulations, Mrs. Wyman, you are pregnant. About two months pregnant, I'd say. Your baby should be born towards the end of August," he told me. "Can you tell me anything about it, if anything is wrong," I asked. "It's way too early for that, but don't worry little lady. All first-time mothers are a little anxious," he said. But I was more than anxious, I was scared to death and the receptionist saw it. "You're not married are you," she asked once we were alone. "How did you know," I asked. "Most married women wear wedding rings....don't worry, the doctor didn't notice. You don't want to have this baby, do you," she asked. I shook my head no. "Go to this address. They'll take care of your problem there," she said handing me a piece of paper.
The run-down looking house was on the edge of town near the Negro shacks. I knocked on the door for a long time before it opened a crack. I had to show the heavy black woman the note and show her I had enough money to pay for getting rid of the baby. Sitting on a chair that was falling apart I heard a girl screaming in pain in the next room. I tried covering my ears, blocking it out of my mind, but it didn't work. Getting up, I bolted for the door. "If you really want to get rid of it, you'll be back," the woman told me as I hurried back towards the rooming house. Walking along main street, I stopped at a jewelry store, bought a gold plated band, and slid it on my ring finger.
Packing my suicases to move on again, I sat down on the bed with a coat hanger in my hands.I'd heard about women who'd ended their pregnancies by doing it themselves but I knew I could die too if I did it wrong. I had to find someplace where I could have my baby without drawing too much attention.
The man in the seat across the aisle from mine was smoking a cigar and it was making me feel so sick. When the bus stopped for gas, I hurried off as I felt my stomach churning. Cupping my hand over my mouth I went inside the tiny ladies room, huddled over the toilet and threw up again and again. "Excuse me, lady. The driver's ready to go," a male voice said. There was no way I could get back on that bus, I was just too sick. "Tell him to take my suitcases off. I'm going to stay here," I told him as I realized I was going to throw up again. Feeling totally drained, I splashed cold water on my pale face then went back outside where my suitcases were waiting. Now that I was staying here, I had to find out where "here" was.
"How far is it to town," I asked the Negro who was pumping gas. "About a mile and half that way," he pointed down the dirt road. "What.....what town is it," I questioned. "Red Bluff, Alabama, mam," he said. Picking up my suitcases, I started walking in that direction. I never realized how far a mile and a half was. I just had to sit down and rest. About halfway there--after I passed the Negro shacks--I came to a tiny worn out house with a "FOR RENT" sign nailed to the door. Well, if I was looking for an out-of-the-way place, this was definately it. Pulling off the sign so I had the address of the landlord, I started walking again.

On the edge of town I came to a busy little store that had the same address as the one on the sign I was carrying. Behind the counter, a thin gray-haired lady was ringing up groceries and putting them in bags. "I'm here about your sign," I started to say. "The hours are from lunchtime until about six o'clock. That's when the store is really busy," she began. I was confused. "I mean the FOR RENT sign," I said. "Oh, I thought you were applying for the job. Every time I find someone who can read and write the army drafts him. Are you sure you'd want to live out there? I rented it to Negros before but they're not reliable," she told me. "I can't afford too much. My husband is in Korea and I don't get along too well with my in-laws," I said, telling her the story I'd made up on the bus.
"Well, it DOES have electricity, there's a refrigerator and a gas stove. The furniture isn't great but it's okay. I can let you have it for twenty a month," she said. "I'll take it. I'm Rachel Wyman," I told her. "I'm Gladys Calhoun," she said holding out her hand. "Now, about the job..." I started. When I left I had work and a place to stay. Picking up a hammer, she flipped the sign to CLOSED, locked the door, picked up one of my suitcases and led me back down the dirt road to my new home. Inside everything was covered with dust. "The pump is out back on the porch and there's a bucket and mop," Mrs. Calhoun told me. While I started to clean the place, she took the boards off the windows and the sunshine streamed in.
"Well, I better be getting back to the store. I'll see you tomorrow, Rachel," Mrs. Calhoun said. Filling the old washing machine with all the curtains and bed linens, I ran them through the wringer and hung them out back on the clothes line then went back to cleaning the house. By the time I was done it was almost dark, everything was dry and I was exhausted.
The next morning as soon as I lifted my head off the pillow I knew I was going to be terribly sick. Dressed in just my nightgown, I cupped my hands over my mouth and dashed to the back porch where I got down on all fours and threw up again and again. Each day for about two weeks I was plagued with terrible morning sickness but I always managed to pull myself together in time to go to the store. As time passed I learned more about Mrs. Calhoun and how the store operated. Her husband had been killed in the First World War and since then she'd remained unmarried and operating the business alone. The store had EVERYTHING, I just had to learn where she put it. While white folks shopped in the store, a steady stream of Negros came to the back door and told us what they needed.
Starting the third month of pregnancy at the end of January, I began to feel at home in Red Bluff. I felt so normal it was frightening yet I knew there was a baby growing inside me. A baby that could spell disaster for me if it had its father's color. I loved working at the store. Since I didn't know what Mrs. Calhoun would say when she found out I was pregnant, I decided to my condition from her for as long as I could. It seemed like the store was always busy when I was there. By the end of the day I was really tired. After walking back the dusty road and cleaning up around my tiny house, boy was I dirty. After it got dark I filled the basin with cool well water and pulled the blinds so no one could see me then I took off my cotton dress and slip and slid out of my bra and panties.
My breasts were so tender they ached when I touched them. At first I thought it was from bagging groceries and pulling the handle on the adding machine all day, but then I noticed that they felt heavier. Moving my hand to my three and a half months pregnant belly, it seemed so hard. My heart pounded as I realized my baby was starting to grow.
In the silence of the dark night I couldn't go to sleep. I wondered what had happened to the man who'd planted his seed inside me. Through my thin nightgown I caressed my breasts and began fondling them until my tender nipples were hard and I was breathing excitedly. Hilking my nightgown up over my bent knees, I moved my fingers to the crotch of my cotton panties and began rubbing, slowly at first then faster as I felt my juices soaking through the material. Oh Lord, I was going to come. I couldn't help screaming with pleasure as I orgasmed again and again.
Beginning my fourth month of pregnancy in February, I feared I wasn't going to be able to hide my condition for as long as I thought, Suddenly I was so hungry I just couldn't stop eating. Mrs. Calhoun always made me take a bag of something home with me that would soon go bad if it wasn't eaten. "You might as well take it, Rachel. If I give it to the niggers they'll start expecting it. Then I won't be able to sell them anything," she told me. Soon changes were magically happening. My breasts felt even heavier and the rings around my nipples were darker. But my undoing was going to be my stomach. I was beginning to loose my waistline as there was a gentle roundness in my lower belly.
As weeks passed it was harder and harder to button my dresses and blouses over my changing shape and I had to pin my skirts shut. Mrs. Calhoun kept looking at me as we worked until she finally asked, Rachel, are you going to have a baby?" I looked down and nodded. "There's nothing to be ashamed about, girl. It's not your fault your husband is off fighting some crazy war," she told me. "I was worried you wouldn't let me work here anymore." I admitted. "You can work for as long as you can fit between the rows," Mrs. Calhoun laughed. "But no more moving heavy boxesand using the ladder to stock the shelves."
By the time I began my fifth month of pregnancy at the end of March, I could barely squeeze into any of my clothes. The nearest place with maternity things was almost an hour and a half away. Mrs. Calhoun gave me the day off and I caught the bus early in the morning. I rested my hands on my swelling belly as the bus roared along the winding country roads. Then suddenly I felt a flutter from deep inside me as my unborn baby moved for the first time. Even with all the dangers my passenger could bring, it was such a wonderous sensation.
By the time the bus got to Selma I had to go to the bathroom something fierce. With that taken care of, I started looking for a department store. As I walked I couldn't help noticing all the other pregnant women and mothers pushing tiny babies in strollers. Oh baby, what am I going to do with you when you're born, I wondered as it moved inside my womb. When I found the store's maternity department, I knew right where to begin. I could hardly fit my swelling breasts in my bra cups and the elastic band on my panties was really tight. The skirts had lots of snaps that I could move as my belly grew and the smocks and dresses seemed so baggy that when I wore them you couldn't even see my belly yet. I wondered if I would really get THAT big.
Weeks passed and Mrs. Calhoun was pampering me even more--giving me things to eat and making me take lots of breaks. Still by the end of the day I was exhausted and my curving back was usually aching. As my stomach began to round my unborn baby's movements got stronger inside me, too. Now they were tosses and turns instead of gentle flutters. When it started getting darkI was more than ready for bed. But laying there I couldn't resist moving my hands to my swollen five and a half months pregnant tummy as the baby moved restlessly. Oh Lord, that feeling was back. I seemed to be even hornier now that I was pregnant. Moving my hands higher, I cupped my heavy bare breasts and began fondling them. Soon my breathing was quickened and I was whimpering with pleasure each time my fingers touched my hard sensitive nipples.
Rubbing my hands over my bulging belly, I squeezed the crotch of my panties again and again as I moaned and my juices soaked all the way through the cotton. Sliding my hand under the waistband, I began rubbing my pussy as I lay with my feet flat on the sheet and my bent knees wide apart. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I plunged two fingers deep into my pregnant pussy and began working them in and out, deeper and deeper with increasing speed. Oh God, I could feel my orgasm building. When it hit I couldn't help screaming as the baby kicked strongly inside me.
My life was pretty settled in Red Bluff by the time I started my sixth month at the end of April. Since my hours weren't regularI slept in until my unborn baby woke me with strong kicks and jabs. With the added pregnancy weight I'd gained, my center of gravity was definately out of kilter, making climbing out of bed a real adventure. Barefooted and in my nightgown I hurried across the dew drenched grass to the outhouse where I peed a river. Filling a pan with cold well water, I warmed it on the gas stove then poured it into my wash basin. The baby became even more active as I gave myself a hand bath. I needed most of my towels to dry myself off then I returned to my bedroom to clean clothes from the battered dresser.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I slipped on my panties then lifted my heavy milk filled breasts into the cups of my bra and hooked it behind my back. After pulling a slip over my head I buttoned on one of my maternity dresses. There was still lots of room but my condition was quite obvious. It seemed like the baby was growing bigger inside me every day. The walk to the store seemed even longer as I started getting bigger but Mrs. Calhoun said it was good for me since keeping my legs strong would help me deliver the baby. The store was always busy with customers and I loved chatting with them while I rang up their bill and bagged their groceries. Each day farmers brought fresh fruit and vegetables and we got boxes of cans to restock the shelves. In the afternoon I did just that as my unborn baby turned and rolled inside my bulging belly until my curved back started aching.
A few weeks later I was just getting ready to leave the store when I remembered that my stove wasn't working. "I'll have Sam Bradshaw bring you a new tank of gas," Mrs. Calhoun said. I was within sight of the house when the pickup truck filled with gas bottles passed me and I picked up my pace to get home. Mr. Bradshaw already had the gas bottle in place by the time I got to the house. I was winded and so sweaty my maternity dress was clinging to my pregnant shape. "Just have your husband turn the handle and then relight your pilot," he told me. "My husband's not here...he's in Korea," I said. "Don't worry, I'll have Johnny get it going for you," he told me.
The truck door opened and Johnny got out. He was tall, muscular and Negro. He turned the tank on and I led him inside the house to the stove. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he reminded me so much of Rafe. When he looked at me, I broke my stare and turned away but I thought he knew I was watching him.
My unborn baby was growing so much I couldn't make it all the way through the night without peeing. It was pitch black when I left the outhouse but even in the darkness I knew I wasn't alone. "Who's there," I asked worriedly. "Johnny," he answered, standing right in front of me. "What are you doing here," I asked nervously. "I saw the way you were lookin' at me. Your baby has a nigger daddy, don't it," he questioned. "How....how do you know," I asked. "My grand mammy's birthed lots of babies. Colored babies carry different than white babies," he answered, placing his hands on my rounded belly. "How far along are you," Johnny asked. "Six and a half months," I told him. Johnny moved his big hands higher, cupping my heavy breasts through my nightgown. Then he was fondling them and I couldn't keep from moaning with pleasure. Reaching to his crotch I felt his erection and Lord how I wanted it. Taking his hand, I led him inside my tiny house.
Standing in the darkness together, Johnny found the hem of my nightgown and pulled it up over my head. Putting his big hands on my bare shoulders, he pushed me back onto the old bed then followed me down as the springs creaked. In moments those same hands were fondling my bare milk-filled breasts. Soon they were even firmer and I moaned as his fingers rubbed over my hard nipples. The baby was kicking up a storm as Johnny felt my well-rounded six and a half months pregnant belly then moved his hand to the crotch of my cotton panties. "Oh...oh Lord! That feels SO GOOD," I moaned as he rubbed my pregnant pussy faster and faster until I felt my orgasm building. "OH, OHH MY! I'M GONNA COME," I moaned and soon my screams of pleasure were filling the night air as I orgasmed.
I was still getting my breath back when I lifted my bottom off the mattress so Johnny could pull down my drenched maternity panties. For the first time I allowed myself to feel his cock. Oh God, it was so long and thick! I didn't know whether I could take all of him. Before I could say a word he was between my knees and with a powerful thrust he was deep inside my pregnant pussy, our bodies pressed together as my unborn baby thrashed away between us. Soon we were both moaning and grunting as we worked in perfect rhythm. Oh God! I was going to come again. At that moment Johnny stiffened and groaned as he filled me with warm sperm and I orgasmed until I was totally drained.
My unborn baby seemed to be taking control of my life as I started my seventh month of pregancy at the end of May. A warm breeze was coming in my bedroom window when the powerful kicks and jabs woke me from a restless sleep. As always, my hands found their way to my tremendous tummy. I couldn't believe how much my shape had changed in only a few months. With my added girth, getting out of bed was no easy trick. The springs moaned underneath me and I groaned with the effort as I worked my gravid body across the mattress with my bare feet planted wide apart on the wooden floor. Grunting with the effort, I pushed myself to my feet and hurried to the outhouse because I had to pee something fierce.
The baby was kicking and I was short of breath from pumping a basin full of cool water when I got back into the house and closed the blinds. Pulling on once baggy nightgown I gave myself a hand bath then used three towels to dry myself off. I just couldn't believe there was so much of me! But seeing was believing as I stood in front of the large mirror that was leaning against my bedroom wall without a frame. My breasts were plump and heavy, holding them in my hands I could see blue veins through them. The rings around my nipples were dark chocolate and made we wonder what color the baby inside me would be. My big bulging belly was hard and well-rounded, ther line running down the middle seemed darker and my belly button was beginning to vanish. Even my hips seemed wider to support all my pregnancy weight.
Sitting on the edge of the bent over my mammoth mound to fish my feet through the leg holes of my maternity panties as the baby turned and kicked inside me. Onve I was standing I pulled them up, pulled on a slip and buttoned on a maternity dress that wasn't nearly as loose fitting as it used to be. By the time I got to the grocery store I was all sweaty again and my feet and ankles were swollen. Mrs Calhoun brought in a stool for me to sit on but that made my curved back ache. Everytime I walked around the store I remembered what she said when I told her I was going to have a baby. I was getting dangerously close to not fitting between the rows.
All through the day my unborn baby turned and kicked inside me with amazing strength and it was taking up so much space that it seemed like I always had to go to the bathroom. I was glad the store was so busy. It kept me from thinking about what I was going to do when it was time for the baby to be born and what I was going to do with it if it looked like its Negro father. Mrs. Calhoun was really intent on taking care of me. Each day when I was ready to leave to walk home, she had a bag of groceries for me to take along. "It's just stuff I'd throw away," she told me but I knew better. By the time I got back to my little house my curved back and the backs of my legs were aching and I had to go to the bathroom so bad that I knew one good poke from my passenger would make me pee my panties.
After eating supper I lowered my heavy seven months pregnant body into the worn easy chair and propped up my swollen feet and ankles. For the rest of the evening I listened to the radio as I moved my hands over my stretched stomach as my unborn child thumped away. When it got dark I filled the basin with cool water again, peeled off my clinging maternity clothes and washed my 36-year-old pregnant body. After drying off I applied a little perfume from a nearly empty bottle and slipped on my tent-like nightgown.
Turning out the lights, I lowered my aching very pregnant body onto the bed as the springs moaned under the nearly 30 pounds I'd gained. But I didn't go to sleep. I lay there feeling the baby kick and jab inside me wondering if Johnny would be able to sneak away. No one--white or colored--could find out about what we were doing or we would both be lynched.
A few minutes later my screen door opened and closed quickly. "Rachel, it's Johnny," he saig, getting his wind back from running across the fields. "I kind of figured that," I giggled. Then we were together kissing longingly. "Oh you do smell good. Let's get you out of this nightgown," he said as soon or naked bodies were pressed together. I was already breathing rapidly as Johnny moved his big hands over my swollen stomach. "Oh God Rachel, you are so full of baby," he whispered. He moved his hands higher to my heavy breasts and I uncontrably groaned. "Now we have to get you ready for making milk," Johnny said and as he took my hard nipples in his fingers and began rubbing and squeezing them, I feared I was going to die. "Oh Lord, I'm going to come," I whispered and it was all I could do not to scream as I had a toe curling orgasm.
Getting my breath back, I moved my knees wide apart then took Johnny's hand and moved it to my dripping pregnant pussy. "I need you so much, Johnny. Please make love to me," I said. In an instant he moved his muscular body between my knees and I felt his long, thick cock pressing at my vagina. With a wonderful thrust we were having sex but with my big bulging belly it was getting more difficult and the baby was kicking strongly as I had a series of terrific orgasms and Johnny shot his manhood deep inside my seven months pregnant body. I knew what was happening between us didn't make sense, but lately NOTHING in my life did.

As weeks passed I started having the same terrible dream night after night. In my nightmare I was delivering my baby in a hospital with my feet in stirrups on each side of the delivery table. my knees wide apart. "Come on, Rachel. I can see the baby's head," the doctor said as a contraction hit and I pushed as the baby gushed out of me into the stunned doctor's waiting hands. "Nurse, come here a minute," he called. "My baby....I want to see my baby. What's wrong with my baby," I pleaded as the nurse arrived. "It's....it's Negro," the nurse exclaimed. "Take it, you know what to do with it," the doctor said as she carried away my crying baby and I tried to get out of the stirrups. Then my baby wasn't crying anymore. I always woke up covered with sweat ready to scream as the baby kicked strongly inside my huge seven and a half months pregnant belly. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you," I told my passenger.
A week or so later I was cleaning up around the house when a Negro woman knocked on my door. Looking at her, I saw the resemblance and knew who she was but she told me anyway. "I'm Johnny's mammy. He asked me to come by and check you out. I've birthed a lot of babies in my day," she told me. "How old are you," she asked as I led her into my tiny house. "Thirty-six," I told her. "When I was your age I was a grandma already, not birthin' my first baby," she said as she motioned me to lay down on my bed. "How far along are you," she asked, looking at my tremendous tummy. "Almost eight months," I told her. "The nigger who knocked you up must have been a big buck," she smiled.
Then she was moving her hands carefully over the bare mammoth mound of my unborn baby as it kicked powerfully. "It's always moving around. The kicks are SO STRONG," I told her. "The white part of your baby is fighting with the colored part to decide what it's going to be. The white part of your baby will want to be born early because it has the whole world waiting for it. The colored part is in no hurry because it knows what it will be treated like," she told me.
"What's....what's going to happen when it's time for my baby to be born," I finally got enough courage to ask her. Carefully I listened as she told me how I would know when my labor started and everything that would happen as I got closer to giving birth. "The important thing is not to push too soon," she said. "How will I know when the right time is," I asked. "You will feel pressure here--at the base of your belly--and deep inside your hips. When you think you can't stand it anymore, then it's time for you to push," Johnny's mammy told me.
Summer weather started to come to Alabama at the end of June as I started my eighth month, I felt so gigantic and cumbersome that I knew it was time to quit working at the grocery store. "I'm really going to miss having you around, Rachel," Mrs. Calhoun told me. But I couldn't help wondering how nice she'd be to me if she knew the baby inside me was fathered by a colored man.
With nothing else to fill my time, it seemed as if my whole world was controlled by my unborn baby. Bright sunshine and hot air was streaming through my bedroom window when the strong kicks and jabs of my passenger woke me up. Already the summer heat was so fierce that I slept in just my white cotton maternity panties. I couldn't resist moving my hands to my bare tremendous tummy to feel it move. It was such a wonderful sensation. Oh precious, I wish things were different, I told my unborn baby. I would love to watch you grow up, but I'm not sure that's possible.
I couldn't stay in bed for much longer, though. The baby was taking up so much space inside me that I had to pee something fierce. But getting out of bed quickly when you're eight months pregnant and lugging almost 40 pounds of unborn baby weight is no easy trick. By the time I'd worked my gravid body across the mattress with my feet planted wide apart on the floor, I was winded and sweaty already. Pressing my hands against the sweaty sheet, I grunted with effort as I pushed my mammoth mound outward and started to struggle to my feet. Without warning my unborn baby gave me a strong kick to my full bladder and suddenly the crotch of my panties was soaked as warm pee gushed out of my pregnant pussy and streamed down my bare legs to the hardwood floor.
I couldn't leave a big puddle of pee on my bedroom floor. Even if it dried quickly it would still stink the place up. Waddling across the room to fins my dirtiest towel, I lowered my eight month pregnant body to the floor so I was on all fours and wiped up my accident. My tremendous tummy had grown so big that it nearly touched the floor when I was on my hands and knees. I started to struggle to my feet when a sharp cramp made me moan and double over my big bulging belly. "Not now baby.....it's too soon....you must be the white part mammy was talking about. Maybe it would be good if you were born now....maybe I could keep you then," I said as I rubbed my hard belly. But a second pain didn't come.
"God Rachel, you stink," I told myself as I moved the pump handle up and down to draw water for my hand bath as the baby flailed away inside me. Rubbing the wet cloth over my gravid body, there seemed to be so much of me to wash. My breasts were so plump and full of milk that I believed they had gone beyond DD. My nipples were tender from Johnny's manipulation and they were surrounded by dark chocolate rings. In between my breasts my gigantic belly began to round outward, it was hard with a dark line running down the middle to my flattened belly button. My skin was stretched paper thin and was so smooth except for some jagged red stretch marks on each side of my stomach. My back was curved to match my rounded belly and it was always aching. My hips were wide and flat to support all the weight I was gaining and my bottom seemed fatter.
After using all my clean towels to dry off, I gathered clean clothes and lowered myself gingerly to the edge of my bed to get dressed. My tremendous tummy was such an obstacle that I couldn't see my feet to stick them through the leg holes of my maternity panties. Placing them on the floor, I leaned over my belly as the baby hammered away and blindly fished my feet through. My curved back was aching already and my passenger tried to roll inside me but it was just to big to do it so it settled for a few powerful kicks. Lifting my mammoth mammaries into my bra cups, I hooked it behind my back then buttoned on a maternity dress, it was way too hot for a slip.
I tried to keep myself busy working around the house but it was so small there just wasn't that much to do. I was thinking about making myself something to eat when Johnny came dashing in. "What are you doing here," I asked since we always met at night. "I'm supposed to go over to old man Johnson's to get something...but I felt a powerful need to love you, Rachel. I want to see what your pregnant body looks like....I want to see what your face looks like when you come," he answered. "Well, there's definately a lot of me to see. But what if somebody finds us," I worried. "Rachel, does anybody but me ever come out this way to see you," he asked. "Well, no," I admitted.
My heart was pounding as Johnny moved his fingers to the top button of my maternity dress. What if thought I was fat and ugly? With each one he undid, he revealed more and more of my eight months pregnant body until my dress dropped to the bedroom floor and I was standing in just my bra and stretched white cotton maternity panties. "Lord you are a beautiful woman, Rachel. Your big belly is so full of that baby," he told me as he moved his hands over my smooth stretched stomach and our lips met. In the light of day our bodies were pressed together as we embraced and our tongues danced until we were both out of breath and the baby was kicking strongly between us.
When it was my turn to undress Johnny, my fingers were shaking as I took ahold of the hem of his white T-shirt and slowly pulled it up over his flat stomach and muscular chest and finally over his head. His skin was slightly darker than my nipples and his chest was smooth and covered with a coating of sweat. Moving my fingers to my nose, I inhaled his aroma. Undoing his belt, I unbuttoned his torn jeans and pulled down the zipper then slid them down over his muscular thighs and calves until he stepped out of them. Oh Lord, his erection was so huge it pushed out the front of his white undershorts. Reaching my right hand under the flap I freed his hard cock and then wrapped my hand around it's thickness. Biting my lip, I tugged on it gently. "Oh Rachel," he groaned.
My tremendous eight months pregnant tummy was just too big to make love the conventional way. Johnny lay on my bed stroking his thick eight-inch cock and supported me while I straddled his legs on my knees. We explored each other in broad daylight, I loved the way his smooth Negro skin felt and Johnny held one of my heavy milk-filled breasts in one hand and traced the blue veins with a finger. Instantly the nipple hardened and he smiled. Then he was rubbing his hands over my mammoth mound when the back kicked so hard it made a tiny bump in my skin. "You are the biggest white pregnant woman I've ever seen, Rachel," he told me. Reaching his hand under my gigantic belly, he began rubbing my pussy until I was wet and moaning and I knew it was time to feel Johnny inside me.
I was breathing hard as Johnny supported me so the head of his hard cock was pressing against my dripping pregnant pussy. Slowly I lowered myself a little and groaned as the tip pushed into me. Slowly I took inch after inch of his thick Negro cock into me until I felt so very full of his cock. Timidly I began to move myself up and down his long cock, moaning and grunting with the effort. "Oh Rachel.....that feels so good. I'm gonna shoot.....I'm gonna shoot," he moaned as suddenly he exploded inside me and my orgasm hit as the baby kicked and I felt my tremendous tummy tighten with another contraction. I wondered which part of my baby wanted out this time.
Days passed and even though I didn't do much around the house, by dark I was more than ready for bed. With the moon as my only light, I unbuttoned my clinging maternity dress and slipped it off. Reaching behind my curved back, I unhooked my bra and groaned as I freed my heavy milk filled breasts. Lowering myself to the mattress, the bed springs groaned and I feared they would break before my pregnancy was over and I'd be sleeping on the floor. It was nearly impossible to find a position that suited both my unborn baby and me. Usually I ended up laying on my side with my big belly resting against the sheet so I could bring my feet up under me to rub them.
The nights I looked forward to the most were the ones when Johnny could sneak away and be with me. "Rachel, how are you feeling," he asked sitting down on the bed beside me in the dark. "Fat, ugly and I ache all over," I moaned. He moved me on the bed so the bright moon was shining down on my eight and a half months pregnant body. "You're not fat. You're going to have a baby very soon. If there's one thing you're definately not, it's ugly. You're the most beautiful white woman I've ever seen. Now, let's see what we can do about those aches and pains. I'll give you a rubdown," he told me.
When I was as comfortable as I was going to get, Johnny moved his big hands over my aching curved back and began massaging all the kinks out. "Oh Johnny, that feels wonderful," I told him. I was in pure heaven as he rubbed my tired legs and my swollen feet and ankles. Then he tipped me over onto my back and began fondling my milk-filled breasts. "Ohhhhh....that feels SO GOOD," I crooned. Soon he was tugging on my long nipples and as he squeezed them I couldn't help squirming on the sheet. But something new was happening, milk was squirting onto my chest and I had an orgasm so strong it totally drenched my panties.
I was still getting my breath back when Johnny helped me get up on my hands and knees on the mattress with my mammoth mound so huge that it touched the sheet. My Negro lover pressed his thick cock against my dripping pregnant pussy then with a wonderful thrust he was deep inside me and we were rocking back and forth as the baby hammered way inside me. OH, OHH GOD! I'M GONNA COME! OOHHHH OHHHH OOOOOOOHHHH, I screamed as I orgasmed twice and collapsed onto the bed to get my breath.
At the end of my eighth month I ran out of groceries at the same time I was feeling an urgent need to get out of the house. Because of my tremendous tummy my walk had become a definite waddle. By the time I got to the grocery store my feet and ankles were swollen and I had to go to the bathroom real bad. "Rachel, it's so good to see you. Looks like you're going to have that baby mighty soon," Mrs. Calhoun said. The tiny store really did have everything. I bought all the groceries I needed plus some yarn to make baby clothes with Mrs. Calhoun's knitting needles I borrowed. Just looking at the three bags of groceries made my curved back ache. "Don't worry, Rachel. I'll have Mr. Bradshaw drop them off," she told me. I had just gotten back to the house and was rubbing my swollen feet and ankles when I heard Mr. Bradshaw's truck coming and Johnny brought in my groceries. He could just touch my tremendous tummy before he had to leave.
Starting my ninth month of pregnancy at the end of July, I didn't know how I could possibly get any bigger---I'd gained nearly 50 pounds! My breasts were so swollen with milk that it leaked into my bra cups. My mammoth mound wasn't rounded anymore, instead it was oblong as the baby had dropped lower into position to be born, My hips were wide and flat and my curved back ached from morning until night. Everything was almost impossible to do, beginning with struggling out of bed. Even doing my simplist housework wore me out. Dressed in just my nightgown, I was I was hanging my wash out on the line when suddenly a terrible cramp doubled me over dropping me to my hands and knees. I was sure my labor was starting but a second contraction didn't come. The colored part of my baby was winning.
Barely a night went by that Johnny didn't come over to my house. I guess he knew how nervous I was about what would happen and I still needed him physically although our days of making love were over since I was so gigantic. Instead I took Johnny's thick Negro cock in my mouth and rubbed my lips across it. "Oh, you're so good, Rachel. I'm going to shoot! Swallow it, it's good for the baby," he said as he blasted and I gulped down his load.
Next it was my turn. As I lay across the bed Johnny fondled my plump breasts until they were even firmer and I was breathing rapidly. When he leaned over and took a nipple between his teeth I feared I was going to come right away but I held it in, even as he was getting milk to come out. "It's so sweet, Rachel. Just like you," he whispered. Then he ran his tongue down over the line running down the middle of my tremendous tummy. When he licked my pushed out belly button I couldn't help myself, I orgasmed, totally drenching my maternity panties.
"What are these," Johnny asked, moving his fingers over the jagged red lines at the base and on the sides of my gigantic stomach. "They're stretch marks--this baby is awfully big," I told him. Pulling off my soaked panties, Johnny moved his face between my knees and began licking my pregnant pussy. OH OH LORD! I'M GOING TO....I'M CUMMING! OH OH OOOHHHH, I screamed as I orgasmed and the baby kicked so hard it made a pump on my smooth skin.
Weeks passed and I wondered if this baby would ever be born. My passenger was carrying so low that I felt a heaviness in my lower abdomen and I ALWAYS had go to the bathroom. I couldn't do anything around the house without something hurting and to make matters even worse, Johnny went to Florida to make some extra money picking oranges. Somehow I knew I'd never see him again and that part of my life had come to an end.
One sunny day in the middle of August when I could barely scrape together enough food for lunch I knew I had to make another trip to the grocery store. I waited until late in the afternoon, when the hottest part of the day was over, before I began the long walk despite a nagging backache. I wasn't even halfway there when my feet and ankles started to swell. By the time I got to the grocery store my curved back was killing me and my sweaty maternity dress was clinging to my very pregnant body like skin. "Can I use your restroom," I asked, getting my wind back. "Of course you can, dear. I think you're going to have that baby of yours real soon." Mrs. Calhoun said as I made my way hurriedly to the little room at the back of the store.
Lowering my heavy nine and half months pregnant body slowly to the toilet seat, I peed and peed then I felt something else happening. Looking in the toilet bowl, I saw what looked like a bloody glob of snot and I got scared. A few minutes later I felt the first real pain and knew I was in labor. Going back into the store I only picked up a few things. "You better let me have Mr. Bradshaw bring them over to you later," Mrs. Calhoun said. "That's OK, it's not heavy," I told her. I didn't want anybody seeing that I was having my baby.
The sun was going down when I left the store with my bag of groceries. After a short distance my feet and ankles were so swollen that I had to stop and take off my shoes. Putting the bag on the ground, I gingerly knelt down and untied them. Suddenly I felt a release of pressure and the crotch of my panties and the front of my maternity dress were soaked and warm liquid was running down my legs. My water had broken.
By the time I got back to the house I was covered with sweat and the pain in my lower back was almost unbearable. I stripped out of my maternity dress and soaked panties and into my nightgown. I lowered my heavy nine and a half months pregnant body to the bed but quickly realized it was too soon for that and struggled back to my feet. For what seemed like hours I walked around the tiny house rubbing my aching back with my hands. When contractions hit I stopped and clutched my firm mammoth mound. When the pains were so strong I had to lean against the kitchen table I knew it was time to lay down.
Having my baby alone in the middle of nowhere, I lost all track of time, paying attention only to the contractions that were wracking my laboring nine and a half months pregnant body. Soon my sweat-soaked nightgown was clinging to me like skin. When cramps came, I doubled over groaning and screaming, gripping the mattress with my clenched hands as the whole bed shook. Suddenly I knew I was going to be terribly sick. It took all my strength to struggle out of bed and my knees were so weak that the next contraction dropped me to all fours. With my tremendous tummy touching the floor, I crawled out to the back porch and leaned over the edge throwing up again and again between the terrible contractions. Laying there clutching my big hard belly I couldn't stop shivering.
Pulling myself to my feet, I clutched my belly as I hurried back to my delivery bed. Then the contractions changed. They were suddenly in my lower abdomen and deep inside my wide hips just like Johnny's mammy said they would be. This had to be it! It just HAD to be time to deliver my unborn baby. Pulling my sweaty nightgown up over my mammoth mound, I moved myself lower in the bed so my bare feet were pressing against the footboard. Wrapping my arms around my big belly, I laced my fingers underneath the base and when contractions hit I groaned and gritted my teeth as I pulled back my tremendous tummy again and again until I could feel the baby's head moving into the birth canal.
The contractions changed after that. They made me bear down to push the baby out of me. I worked myself so I was braced against the head of the bed almost sitting up with pillows under my aching curved back. With my knees bent wide apart and my feet flat on the sheet, I placed a hand on each side of my tremendous tummy. When contractions hit I took a deep breath, groaned then grunted as I pushed again and again until I felt the baby's head crowning my fully dilated opening.
Oh God, so much pressure deep inside my hips and I just HAD to push. Bearing down, I grunted hoarsely then screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the baby's head pushed out of me with a gush of fluid. I felt so lightheaded I feared I was going to faint, but on the next contraction I turned the shoulders and delivered my son. He was dark like his father and my heart ached as I knew for sure that I couldn't keep him even though I loved him so much. I fed him my milk and kept him for a few days before I took him to Johnny's mammy to raise as one of her own. I was sure that she would see that my son grew up into a good person.
I packed up my meager belongings and left red Bluff far behind forever. Moving north, I found a job teaching at a high school where I fell in love with a wonderful man and three years later I delivered my only daughter. I has a wonderful life but a day never passed that I didn't think about my son, wondering who and where he was.
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