Part 1 - The Interview

Greg Anders sat nervously in the lobby waiting for his interview, he was at Elite Surrogates, Inc. applying to be the new massage therapist. The room he was waiting in was pleasant enough. Pictures of pregnant women and babies adorned the walls. In front of him on the coffee table was a stack of company brochures, just as he picked one up and began to thumb through it the receptionist called his name.

“Mr. Anders, Ms. Benson is ready to see you now.” Greg stood up and walked over toward the receptionist. He had been checking her out from the corner of his eye the whole time he was waiting. She was a beautiful blond with fair skin and straight shoulder length hair. Her light blue blouse perfectly covered and accented her large perky breasts. Perhaps she had it tailored for her Greg thought. Of course what he hadn’t noticed was what was behind the desk. The small blond got up from behind the desk to lead Greg into the office. As she rose she revealed one of the largest pregnant bellies he had ever seen. The woman’s blouse was doing an impressive job covering the gravid sphere. Even so Greg could see little gaps forming in between the buttons; she must be due any day.

Greg thanked her as she opened the door for him and he went inside. He was surprised by the impressive view that met him in the office. First was the view of the city provided by the large glass windows of the high rise building he was standing in. Second was the woman sitting behind the desk. Her skin gave off a soft golden glow and her hair gave off a similar glow as it fell lightly to her shoulders and framed her face. When she stood up to shake Greg’s hand the glow immediately made sense. She was unmistakably pregnant. Her large belly stretched her blazer out, but Greg had the suspicion she still had some growing left to do.

“Hello Mr. Anders, my name is Jessica Benson. I am the President and CEO of Elite Surrogates. Thank you for coming in today. Are you familiar with what our company does?”

“A little, but not much more than what the job advertisement said.” Greg answered.

Jessica replied, “I see you have one of our brochures. I’ll give you a little more background. After I got out of school I trained as a midwife. Nothing brought me more joy and satisfaction than helping parents welcome new babies into the world. I saw a number of surrogate pregnancies and I was touched by how selfless and giving the surrogate mothers were. So I decided to become a surrogate myself. The experience was ten times more rewarding than simply being a midwife. So I started this company to help parents who could not have had children otherwise. It was immediately a success. Do you know why we call ourselves ‘Elite Surrogates’ Mr. Anders?”

Greg chuckled a little, “No ma’am I do not.” He had been nervous about this interview, but the glow of this warm and compassionate woman had put him at ease.

“Well I quickly found that only being able to help one couple every nine months felt too slow and I wanted to be able to help more. Our company worked with a team of doctors to develop a way for each of our surrogates to carry multiple children for multiple couples. It worked tremendously well and multiple pregnancies is now our specialty. As you can see I am currently 29 weeks along with a set of triplets. Any questions so far?”

“How many people do you employ here?” Greg asked.

“The number of surrogates we have varies. Some only have one or two pregnancies; some others are career surrogates and carry multiple babies for years. There are also doctors and nurses here on staff to keep our surrogates healthy. There are also stylists and clothing designers to keep the surrogate mothers happy. We are expanding our services for our surrogates and that is where you come in.” Jessica gave him a slight wink. “So tell me, why do you want to be our new massage therapist?”

Greg began, “I grew up in the city so I know how stressful metropolitan life can be sometimes. Massage seems like a good way to help people relieve stress and enjoy life. This particular opportunity interested me because I would be helping people who help other people.” What Greg didn’t mention is that he also wanted this job because of his special interest. As long as he can remember Greg had been attracted to pregnant women. He couldn’t explain why, but something about big round bellies and swollen breasts was particularly exciting to him. All that stuff he had said about helping people was true, but he was also jumping at the chance to spend all day getting paid to stroke and rub pregnant bellies.

“It sounds like you’ve got your head on straight and you will put your heart into this work. You’re also not one of those starving artist types that’s just here to make a couple bucks and move on.”

“I must confess miss that my true love is drawing, but I will be committed to your company ma’am.”

Jessica smiled, “You don’t have to keep calling me ‘ma’am’, we’re pretty informal here. I’ve always loved the arts and fancied myself as a patron. Perhaps I can see some of your work some time. I like what I hear so far Greg. Would you like to see the massage suite we have set up?”

“Yes ma’am, or Jessica, sorry.” Greg was trying to hide his excitement. It looked like the job might soon be his.

The two of them stood and Jessica led him down a wide hallway to a large wooden door. Inside the door was a comfortably lit waiting area with soft pink walls and plush couches. “Here is where your clients would wait for their appointments, there is also a changing area off to your left, and in here is where you would be giving the massages.”

The massage room was even more soothing than the waiting area. Soft lilac walls were lit by various lamps placed strategically around the room. In the center of the room there was a queen sized bed. Greg was a little surprised to see a bed instead of a massage table. Jessica noticed his surprise.

“Because our surrogate mothers are typically carrying multiple children at once they might not be as comfortable climbing up on to a traditional massage table. We put this bed in here so that the women would get in it more easily and you would have some more space to do your work.” Greg nodded in approval. “There is also a Jacuzzi through the other door for the girls to relax in after their massage. So Greg I have one more thing then your interview will conclude.”

“What can I do for you ma’am, Jessica?” Greg was a little confused.

“Why you’ll give me a massage of course,” Jessica said smiling, “if I am to hire to as a massage therapist I have to be sure you’re actually good at your craft.”

Greg laughed and tried not to look too excited. “Okay then, why don’t you change and I’ll get everything ready.”

A few minutes later Jessica emerged from the changing room in a long bathrobe, panties, and towel. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the bed.” Greg watched eagerly as she walked over to the bed. Her walk was just starting to develop a slight waddle that made everything sway and bob in a way that accentuated the sexiness of her belly and boobs.

Jessica untied the robe and let it drop from her shoulders. From behind she didn’t quite look pregnant, but Greg could tell she had a bit of a belly. She covered her breasts with the towel and laid down on her side.

Greg poured some massage oil on her belly and began gently rubbing in wide circles. Jessica moaned in pleasure, “Oohh, that feels so good. You’re hired.” The massage continued for a while then Jessica got up, dressed and went back to her office. Greg went to the front desk, signed all of the necessary paperwork, said goodbye to the pretty pregnant receptionist and then went home dreaming of all the bellies he would see in his new job.

To be continued…

Part 2 - Tori

Greg had been working for Elite Surrogates for about four weeks now and was loving his new job. Not only was he bringing happiness to women who brought happiness to others, but he got to spend all day in the presence of beautiful, wondrously pregnant women. One of his most beautiful and most regular clients was Tori. She had been coming once a week, but had now bumped up to two times a week. Tori was one of Greg’s favorite clients not only because she was attractive, but because she was currently 27 weeks pregnant with quintuplets.

“Hello Tori, nice to see you again.” Greg smiled as she entered the room. Tori had darkly tanned skin, flowing dark brown hair, and eyes to match. She was about in an inch or so taller than Greg. He wasn’t a small man, but at 5’ 8” he also wasn’t a big guy. As Tori waddled in Greg couldn’t believe that he was looking at a 27 week belly. The round ball of flesh that stuck out from underneath Tori’s breasts and ended at her waist was easily the size of a woman pregnant with a single baby at full term. But her belly was still high and perky so Greg could tell she was nowhere near delivering.

Although her belly was a fairly dominant feature on her body, Tori’s breasts weren’t exactly modest either. Large DDs rested heavily on top of her belly. With every step she took they gently wobbled and swayed side to side like delicious looking jello, and just like jello, Greg would not have minded having a taste. Tori was well aware of the assets and dressed to show them off. The tank top she wore miraculously managed to cover most of her belly but the shirt was pulled so tight by it that a generous amount of her breasts were exposed for the world to see.

“Well Tori, I’m sure you know the drill by now. Why don’t you go ahead and change while I go freshen up. I’ll be right back.”

When Greg returned he saw Tori lying on the bed in the middle of the room. She was still wearing her thong, but unlike her previous sessions she had left her breasts uncovered. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “keeping these sandwiched inside a bra all day gets annoying and they needed some air. Will it be a problem?”

“No problem at all,” replied Greg. Although he was really wondering how well he would be able to focus, let alone hide his growing erection, with Tori’s wonderfully ripe breasts and dark nipples staring back at him.

Greg began massaging Tori’s back and slowly moved over to her belly. As his hands worked the lotion into her skin Tori placed her hand on top of his. Greg was a little surprised at first, but her hand was so soft and soothing. Then Tori gently guided Greg’s hand up under her full breast and cupped it gently. Soft, warm breast covered his hand and spilled out in between his fingers. Greg was taken completely by surprise and shifted to try and hide the raging erection that had just sprung to life.

Tori whispered, “Lean in a little closer Greg.” There was no way he could refuse the woman’s breast he was holding so Greg leaned down until his face was mere inches from hers. “Did I ever tell you why I am a surrogate Greg?” “No,” he stammered. “Well I am a nymphomaniac. I just cannot get enough sex. The problem with that though is that I risk getting pregnant. Then I thought to myself ‘I can’t get pregnant if I already am pregnant’ and I had heard how wonderful pregnant sex is. So I became a surrogate and now I am constantly pregnant and constantly horny.”

Greg’s mind was racing. He didn’t know what to do. Was he dreaming? No, this was very real.

“I’ve seen how you look at me when I walk in the room, I feel how gentle your touch is, and I’m very aware of what’s hiding in your trousers. You like this don’t you? You like big preggo bellies and milky breasts.”

All Greg could manage to say was a quiet “Yes.”

“Then have sex with me, right here. There’s plenty of room and no one will disturb us.” Greg hesitated. “Don’t worry,” Tori said reassuringly, “it will be our little secret. We both know you can’t resist this.” And with that Tori slid Greg’s hand down to her crotch which by this point was sopping wet.

Tori was right. Greg couldn’t possibly resist. For years he had fantasized about sex with a pregnant woman, but had never been able to seal that deal. Now one of the most beautiful and largest women he had ever seen was offering herself to him right there.

Greg kicked off his shoes and climbed on to the bed. The two of them immediately began passionately kissing and running their hands over each other’s bodies. Tori moaned in pleasure as Greg rubbed big circles around her belly. He found her popped out belly button and gave it a special little rub, causing Tori to gasp. Greg tried to rub as much of her belly as possible, but it was simply too large. He squeezed her large breasts and felt their wonderful doughy consistency in his hands. Tori quickly removed Greg’s shirt.

“No lie back mister and the real fun will begin. Have you ever had sex with a pregnant woman Greg?” He shook his head. “Great then, this will be extra fun.”

With that Tori gently slid Greg’s pants and boxers down and pulled them off his legs. She wrapped her fingers around his member and began rubbing it up and down all the way from the base to the tip. Then she cupped his balls and with a wink put his entire penis into her mouth.

Now Greg had had a few blow jobs before in his time, but none of them could have prepared him for this. He felt like he was about to explode as Tori’s expert tongue worked its way around and around, up and down. Tori sensed his readiness and lifted up her head.

“Uh, uh, uh, not yet mister. You ready for the big finale?”

“Oh God yes,” Greg said.

Without a word Tori crawled forward on the bed and slowly sat up, rubbing the entire length of her belly against Greg’s swollen penis. Tori gasped in pleasure at the feeling of Greg’s tip lightly brushing her belly. For his part Greg was overwhelmed and doing everything not to cum right then and there. Tori’s large, gravid sphere now dominated his view. He could just barely see her plump breasts and smiling face above him.

Greg placed his hands on Tori’s hips. “No, like this,” she said. Tori took Greg’s hands and slid them up to her breasts. Greg squeezed them gently and marveled at how marge they were. His hands couldn’t cover her boobs entirely so he began sliding them around and kneading her breasts. Tori moaned again and slid down onto Greg’s penis. With him inside her she began to rock up and down while Greg continues to knead her breasts. Their hips began moving in tandem as the two of them became lost in sexual pleasure. They gradually went faster and faster panting louder and louder until all at once Greg exploded into Tori’s womb, emptying every bit of cum he had into her. Tori’s eyes rolled back into her head as she orgasmed. She then slowly slid off of Greg’s member and laid down next to him.

“Was I everything you dreamed of and more?”

“Oh yes, that was unbelievable.”

“Then I’ll see you next week mister.” With a peck on the cheek Tori got up, got dressed, and was on her way. Greg stayed on the bed recovering for a few minutes. After that he dressed and got ready to head home for the night.

Part 3 - Amy

A full week had gone by since Greg’s encounter with Tori and he could not get it out of his head. He dreamt about it at nights and frequently had to relieve some pressure down there when he woke up. Today he had a new client, Amy. She had been a surrogate at Elite for a while now, but had yet to come enjoy his services.

There was a soft knock on the door. “It’s open,” Greg answered. The door opened and a bright, bouncy voice said, “Is this the massage therapist? I have an appointment at three o’clock.”

“Oh yes, you must be Amy, do come in.”

What he saw next immediately got Tori off his mind. In walked a woman, probably about 5’4” with dirty blond hair that brushed lightly on her shoulders, beautiful green eyes, light skin, a round belly, and boobs. And boy, were they ever boobs.

Greg’s mind took a few second to fully register what he was looking at. This woman had a respectable sized pregnant belly, probably past mid-term with a couple babies. On top of her belly sat two huge, heavy mounds of boob. These were easily the largest breasts Greg had ever seen in person. He realized he was staring, but a little bit too late.

The girl laughed at him. “Hi, I’m Amy. I see you noticed I’m pregnant.” Greg was immediately put at ease by her humor.

“Oh yes, sorry about that ma’am. Let’s get started.”

Amy smiled again, “They told me you were polite.”

Greg’s mind raced again. Who were “they”? What had “they” been saying? Oh no! Was word going around about him and Tori having sex?

“I’m a good friend of Tori’s, she’s my best friend really. She told me that you give excellent massages.” Greg could tell by the way Amy said “massages” that she meant something else too. “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. Tori told me about what you did for her and I was wondering if you’d like to do the same for me.”

Greg knew his luck was getting better. “Whatever the customer wants; I am here to please.”

“And I am here to be pleased,” Amy said seductively. “You were staring when I came in. I am 28 weeks with triplets, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my belly that caught your eye. I know how huge these have become,” Amy said while cupping and lifting up her breasts. She let go and they landed jiggling on top of her belly.

“They just keep getting bigger with every pregnancy. This is my third pregnancy and I have never gone down a cup size in between. I am currently an H, but I am sure with triplets that I will be much bigger before the end.”

“Lucky for you I happen to love big breasts.” Greg realized he had just said a dumb line, but Amy was still smiling. “So what can I do for you miss?”

“Well this shirt is getting a little uncomfortable; perhaps you can help me get it off.”

Greg stepped closer to Amy and could finally see a closer view of her impressive bust. Her enlarged mammaries stretched the V neck on her t-shirt wide open and Greg could see a deep valley of cleavage. He slid his hands along her sides and underneath her shirt. Gently he lifter her shirt p over her belly to her breasts. He then bunched up the shirt in his hand and tried to get it off over her breasts. His hands grazed Amy’s bra and he could see her eyes flutter.

“Oh, I see you like being touched there.” Greg said with a smile.

“More than you can believe. More than you can believe. But you haven’t really touched them yet. I want to get this bra off, but my poor little hands have trouble reaching some times. Will you help me?” Amy looked up at Greg with pleading eyes.

Greg didn’t need more encouragement than this. He tried to reach around to her back. In the process he pressed his body, and giant erection, into Amy’s belly and boobs. The soft squish of her flesh against him felt so good. However, Amy was just a little too big for Greg to reach, so he went around to Amy’s back. His eyes grew wide for a second when he saw the four clasps Amy’s bra needed to keep her assets in place. Even still Greg could see that the pressure was starting to bend a few of them.

He unhooked her bra and Amy’s heavy breasts laid down a little further on her belly. Amy turned around to face Greg and then bent down to take off her pants. Greg was both surprised and mesmerized. Surprised by the fact with all the weight she had in front that Amy was still able to bend over that far, and mesmerized as her boobs hung down and swayed from side to side.

Amy stood back up, boobs wobbling on top of her belly. Greg was amazed at how perky they were. Each boob managed to hold its wonderfully round shape. They flattened out a little on the bottom where they rested against her belly. Absolutely perfect pink nipples topped off each breast, just begging to be sucked.

“Now this isn’t very fair mister. I have no clothes on and you have tons of them.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do?” Greg replied with a hint of light sarcasm.

“I think we can figure something out,” Amy said with a wink. Before Greg even knew what was happening Amy had his pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and her hand wrapped around his privates. “I can see you’re already excited mister. Why don’t you take off your shirt, sit down on the bed, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Greg took his shirt off so quickly that practically tore it in half. He sat on the edge of the bed eagerly waiting to see what this gigantically boobed goddess would do next. With a smoldering, seductive look in her eyes Amy slowly sashayed over to Greg. Her grace and agility was incredible. In one move she was sitting on her knees. Amy gently pushed Greg’s legs apart then slid forward and with one hand on each breast wrapped her immense bust around his stiff and eager penis.

Feeling the warm, pillow breast flesh envelop his penis caused Greg to moan and nearly fall back on the bed. The sensation only got better as Amy began to rub her cleavage up and down his shaft. Greg was completely lost in sexual bliss. He had always been a bit of a boob man and this girl had amazing ones. He had felt breasts in his hands and against his body, but never stoking his penis. The feeling was unlike any other. Greg was brought out of his trance by a growing pressure in his cock.

“Amy, I’m about to…”

“I know, I want you to do it.”

With that Greg unloaded right into Amy’s cleavage. He was sure that he had never cummed so hard in his entire life. With a loud moan and sigh of relief Greg collapsed back on to the bed. Amy stood up, her breasts covered in semen. “I’ll go clean up a little, then it’s my turn,” she said. Then she walked into the other room.

Greg laid on the bed waiting for Amy to return. His mind was lost in a fog of sex and pleasure. How was he so lucky? He had only expected to get to touch and rub some bellies, now he was having sex with not one, but two of his clients. As Greg was thinking about all of this Amy returned.

He sat up on the bed and slid back so he was resting against the headboard. Amy climbed on top of his lap, straddled his legs and sat down facing him. Her belly was pressed firmly into Greg’s stomach. Her smooth taut skin felt warm against his body. Even though she was pretty big, she was carrying triplets after all, Amy was still able to lean in close and give Greg a full kiss on the lips. She smiled at him, “I pleasured you, now you can pleasure me.”

Amy straightened up and pulled her shoulders back ever so slightly, presenting her breasts to Greg. His entire view was filled by her boobs. It was certainly as if fantasy was coming true for the young massage therapist. He reached his hands up and slid them in between Amy’s beautifully round belly and extraordinarily large breasts. Greg tried to lift her breasts up, but he quickly found that with their immense size it might take two hands to truly lift them.

Amy looked into Greg’s eyes and smiled. “Heavy, aren’t they? Each one weighs close to five pounds.” Amy laughed when she saw how wide Greg’s eyes got. “Well, do just sit there staring, do something mister.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Greg began kissing and sucking on Amy’s breasts. From far away her boobs were large, from up close they were huge, and with his faced pressed against them Greg could only describe Amy’s breasts in astronomical terms. He gradually worked his way around to her left nipple. He took it in his mouth and began suck on it. Amy gasped and put one hand on the back of Greg’s head, pressing him further into her chest. It wasn’t long until a drop of milk came out of her nipple and landed on Greg’s tongue. He sat back for a second.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Amy, “I pretty much lactate all the time now. If it’s weird for you we can stop.”

“No, I was a little surprised is all. Your boobs are incredible; I would never want to stop.”

Amy smiled at the compliment then pushed her shoulders back. Greg buried his face into her breast and began to suck again on her nipple. This time he was rewarded with a flow of sweet, creamy milk. He couldn’t place what it tasted like, but he knew he loved it. Amy was moaning in pleasure as Greg sucked her left breast dry then switched to the right. She began grinding her hips against his lap. Amy’s breathing quickened, her eyes were half closed, and then finally her whole body shuddered in orgasm.

Both of them collapsed back on to the sheets in bliss. “Well,” Amy said, “I was never one for getting a lot of massages, but I think you’ve made me a believer.”

“You know I never actually gave you a massage,” Greg replied.

“Oh well, I guess that means I’ll have to come back soon then.”

Part 4 - Lizzy

The next day thoughts of Amy and Tori were still swirling around Greg’s head. He had now had glorious sex with two preggos in as many weeks. That used to be the stuff of fantasy, but this was actually his life now. Not a bad life at all.

Today he had another new client. A new girl named Lizzy. This was her first pregnancy and she wasn’t too far along. Greg liked meeting new people though. And the way things had been going Greg kept wondering which one of his clients would pounce on him next. He had considered making the first move once or twice, but he didn’t want to risk a girl getting offended, calling him out for harassment, and the him losing his job. Besides, it just seemed a little unprofessional. He was already rubbing his hands all over her body, why should he ask for more?

It was just about time for Greg’s appointment with Lizzy when he heard a soft knock on the door. “Come on in, door’s open,” Greg answered. The door slowly opened and in walked a shy looking blond. She was on the short side, 5’3” perhaps. Her wavy blond hair framed a lightly tanned face with iridescent blue eyes. She had a somewhat slight build, making her look younger than she probably was. To Greg she almost looked like a pixie you might see in a book, a pregnant pixie at that.

“You must be Lizzy. I’m Greg, the massage therapist.”

“Nice to meet you Greg,” she replied shyly.

“You seem nervous, is everything okay? Have you had a massage before?” Greg wanted to put his new client at ease.

“Oh yes, I have had a couple of massages before, but this is my first pregnancy and I’m showing a little early and I guess I’m just a little self-conscious.”

Greg noticed the small bulge underneath her shirt. “How far along are you? How many are you carrying?”

“Well I am 12 weeks pregnant, so not too far along. And since this is my first pregnancy I was just given one egg to carry, but it divided into two on its own so I am now pregnant with twins.” Surprised at how much she’d told this stranger Lizzy quickly looked down at the floor.

“Wow, twins right out of the gate, you’re going to do great here. I’m glad you came in to see me today. Go ahead and go change out of your clothes and into a robe then we can begin.”

Lizzy was nervous. She was just getting used to people seeing her looking pregnant with clothes on and now this guy she had just met was going to see her practically naked! She considered just leaving, but decided to stick it out. Something about this Greg guy was comforting to her, but she didn’t know what.

While Lizzy was changing Greg got the massage bed ready. As he was preparing the room he thought something was different about this girl. Most of his clients were nice enough and chatted with him while he stroked their pregnant bodies. A couple of them, Tori and Amy, were very forward and tore right into him. But Lizzy was unlike any of the other girls. Her shyness and innocence intrigued Greg. The incredible beauty of this small blond pixie was not lost on him either. Just as he was carried off by his thoughts Lizzy came out of the changing room and Greg snapped back to reality.

“All set?”

“Yes,” Lizzy said, clutching the robe tightly together, “I’m still new to the idea of people seeing me all big and pregnant.”

“No worries, I am a professional, I see women in all stages of pregnancy every day. You are safe with me.”

Something about the words ‘You are safe with me’ struck a chord with Lizzy. She really did feel safe with him.

“If you’re ready Lizzy go ahead and take off your robe any lie down on the bed. Then we will start with the massage.”

Lizzy slowly slipped her robe off of her shoulders and laid it gently on the bed. Greg was a little surprised to see she was still wearing her bra. Lizzy noticed his look of surprise.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh no Lizzy, it’s just that most women take off their bras and cover their breasts with a towel. It makes it a little easier for me to massage their backs. But if you would be more comfortable leaving yours on that is fine. I can work around that. They key part of this experience is making sure you feel comfortable.”

“Thank you,” Lizzy said in return. She climbed on to the bed and laid down on her side.

Greg grabbed a bottle of warm massage oil and poured a little into his hands. Since Lizzy seemed nervous about her belly he started the massage on her back. His hands traced gentle circles as he gradually pressed more firmly into the knots in her back muscles. Lizzy let out a long sigh. After a few minutes Greg slowly worked his hands around to her belly.

He felt her tense up a little when her first touched her stomach. Lizzy’s 12 week with twins belly wasn’t very large yet so it had not become very firm. Greg liked feeling her belly squish in a little under his hands. The feeling of Greg’s strong hands caressing her belly so gently immediately put Lizzy at ease. She was self-conscious as she started to show. It was hard to explain to people why a single woman was suddenly pregnant. Lizzy was excited to help a couple who couldn't have a child on their own, but she was still trying to work through her shyness.

As Lizzy relaxed it made Greg relax as well. This slight girl with her small belly and shy demeanor was completely disarming. Since his job was helping people unwind and release stress Greg was a generally laid back guy, but he had never had a client who actually made him relax even further.

Lizzy felt completely calm and safe under Greg’s careful hands. She wanted to see more of him, to stay in his soothing and comforting presence. For his part Greg wondered if he could actually be falling for this girl.

Part 5 - Mary

A week had gone by and Greg hadn’t seen any more of Lizzy. Part of him wanted to see her again, part of him tried to banish away his feelings. There was no way he could get involved with a client, with one of the surrogates, he thought. How would she feel about him touching other women all day? How would his boss react? Having feelings for Lizzy would just make everything more complicated and Greg liked simplicity. So to keep his life simple he tried not to think too much about Lizzy.

Greg now had a steady stream of regular clients. Both Tori and Amy were now at 29 weeks. They enjoyed every minute of their pregnancies and made sure Greg did too. Pregnant sex was even better than Greg had once fantasized, and regular pregnant sex with two different women hadn’t even in his wild imagination, until now.

Today he had an appointment with another one of his regulars, massage regulars, not sex mind you. Her name was Mary and she was another one of the career surrogates. This was her fourth pregnancy with Elite Surrogates. He had first met her his second week on the job when she was at the halfway mark in her pregnancy. Now at 24 weeks she was blossoming into quite the preggo. And ‘blossoming’ is putting it mildly.

Mary was a little unique within the surrogates at the company. Many women dieted and exercised to keep their figures, or at least try. Nutritionists and personal trainers were on hand to keep the pregnant women as healthy as possible. Mary however took no part in this. She had a reputation around the office. When pregnant she would turn into more or less an eating machine. No one could eat like she did. As a result she gained quite a bit more weight than the other girls. Jessica, the company’s CEO, was very concerned about this during Mary’s first surrogacy, but when Mary was somehow able to lose all of the weight she had gained within a couple months of giving birth Jessica hired her back. Who knows how or what, but some gift of genetics allowed this woman to gain amounts of weight that would make anyone else morbidly obese then somehow lose it all again. She loved it, was even secretly turned on by it. Greg suspected that her love for food, fat, and gain was why she was a surrogate to begin with.

It was about time for Mary’s appointment. Greg opened the door to the waiting room and she wasn’t there. He stuck his head out in the hallway and saw why she was running a little late. A large bag of food was in one hand and a greasy cheeseburger was in the other. As he watched her waddle down the hallway Greg was amazed at what he saw. Mary was a bit taller than the other girls, not very tall, around 5’7” or so, but being a little taller helped her carry more weight Greg assumed. She might also have a slightly bigger build, but Greg couldn’t be entirely sure because his view was blocked by three enormous spheres.

At only 24 weeks Mary’s belly was easily the size of a regular woman about to give birth. However her pregnant belly wasn’t like the typical round taut belly Greg saw every day on the other surrogates. The mountain of flesh extending out forom her abdomen could be more accurately described as a gut. It was doughy soft and even through her shirt Greg could see it wobble a little bit with each step she took. Her thin t-shirt was pulled so tightly that the contour of her deep belly button was easily obvious. Because of the thick layer of adipose over her belly Mary’s belly button had not popped out yet and Greg wondered if she might make it through the entire pregnancy with it remaining in.

Mary’s belly wasn’t the only sizeable object though. On top of it sat two enormous mounds of fat. Her breasts weren’t the perkiest, but they also weren’t entirely devoid of shape. If there was a perfect balance for squishy, doughy breasts Mary had found it. They jiggled like Jello as she walked and Greg wondered if they would taste as sweet. He didn’t know of course. Although he had been having sex with two of his clients he never made the first move, just in case she turned out not to be interested and went straight to his boss.

Mary reached the door and smiled at Greg. He smiled back and said, “I see you’ve been enjoying eating for two.”

“Eating for four,” Mary corrected him.

Triplets were the most common amount for a career surrogate to carry at Elite. Greg wasn’t entirely sure why, but three seemed like the magic number. (Except for Tori of course who was carrying a mind blowing five.) Greg kept meaning to ask why triplets, but his mind was frequently distracted by one belly or another.

“Welcome back, good to see you again,” he said.

“Thanks! I love your massages,” Mary smiled again. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing some food.”

“Not at all!” Greg certainly didn’t mind her constant eating, especially since it fueled that unbelievable gut of hers.

Being a regular client of his Mary knew exactly what to do. She shoved the last bit of cheeseburger into her mouth and then went into the changing room. Greg watched her as she walked away. From there he should see that Mary’s weight gain wasn’t entirely restricted to her front. Wide hips, a generous butt, and thick thighs also came along with her extreme weight gain.

She came out of the changing room a few minutes later. Mary usually didn’t wear a robe out like the other girls. She just came out in her panties and a towel around her breasts. Greg wondered two things. The first is how those panties managed to carry all the weight they did and the second if he was going to need bigger towels at the rate Mary blew up.

In addition to being soft, curvy, and hugely pregnant Mary was beautiful in her own right. Her wavy chestnut hair perfectly contrasted with her creamy white skin. Brown eyes looked out from a round face with just a hint of a double chin. Despite her large dimensions Mary had relatively slender arms. Her upper arms may have thickened a little, but the remaining length of her arms extended gracefully down to soft, well-proportioned hands.

Mary waddled over to the massage bed. Despite the fact that she was a quickly inflating human balloon of pregnancy and fat she still moved relatively gracefully. She wasn’t the parody of grotesque fat she could be. Greg was more than a little impressed by this girl, and more than little turned on. Still, he refused to make the first move just in case she didn’t want that.

Once Mary was comfortable Greg began her massage. When he got to the point where she was laying on her back and he was massaging her belly, reveling in the feeling of his hands sinking into her soft flesh Mary sat up suddenly.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Greg, may I ask you a question? I need a guy’s opinion.”

“Anything you want to know, shoot.”

Mary looked at him with a pleading expression in her eyes, “Am I too fat?”

“What? No, of course not.” Greg was trying to reassure her as best as he could. “Some women just gain more during pregnancy than others. You know that. This is your fourth, right?”

“Greg, I want to know if YOU think I am too fat. Am I attractive to you? Am I sexy?”

“Well… you’re a client. I don’t know if I should talk to you that way…” Greg stammered.

Mary looked at him innocently, “You don’t think I’m sexy do you? You do it with Tori and Amy, but you never make a move on me.”

Greg’s mind exploded. Wait, what was she saying?! How does she know?

“It’s okay Greg, lots of the girls know, we’ll keep your secret for you. You worry too much anyway.”

Greg was relieved. “Mary, of course I think you’re attractive. You’re amazingly sexy. I…”

Mary cut him off, “So you think this is sexy?” She started rubbing her hands across the vast expanse of her belly. Greg was mesmerized as her beautiful fingers made little folds and ripples in her soft flesh. “You do, don’t you?” she purred.

Then she dropped the towel from around her breasts. “Do you think these are sexy?” Greg had fantasized about Mary’s boobs once or twice but had never had the privilege to see them for real. They were every bit as glorious as her belly. Huge, round, and soft, they flattened out a little under their own weight. They fell ever so slightly to either side of her belly. Greg nearly exploded in his pants right there.

“You want to see these up close, don’t you Greg?”

“I think the answer to that is pretty obvious.” With that Greg kicked off his shoes and climbed on to the bed with Mary. He leaned in and began kissing Mary’s breasts and stroking her belly. Her whole body was so gloriously soft. His hand wandered over her deep innie belly button. Something about a pregnant woman with an innie turned him on even more.

Mary closed her eyes and sighed. She ran her fingers through Greg’s hair as he continued to work his lips and tongue over her breasts. “Would you like to have sex with the fattest girl in the office?” she said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Greg said with a wink.

“Haha, mine too. Now help me get these panties off.”

Mary laid back on the bed and Greg gingerly slid her panties off over her chubby thighs. He threw the garment aside then began kissing all the way up Mary’s belly, to her breasts, then finally kissed her on the mouth. Their tongues began to dance back and forth as they made out. Greg loved being on top of Mary. He felt like his whole body was enveloped in her softness. While the two of them continued making out Greg used one hand to fondle and knead Mary’s breasts and the other to stroke her magnificent belly.

Slowly the two of them rolled over so Mary was on top and Greg underneath. By this time both of them were more than ready to go. His soldier was standing firmly at attention and Mary’s pussy was more than slick with her juices. With grace unusual for her size Mary lifted herself up and slid down on to Greg.

Greg was overwhelmed by the sensation of her heavy body pinning him to the bed, her fat belly resting on his stomach, chubby thighs squeezing his sides, and her tight, wet pussy welcoming his penis. He immediately knew that sex with this chubby, bloated beauty was going to be a very unique experience.

The two of them started moving their hips in unison. Grinding, gyrating motions sent waves of pleasure through the humble massage therapist and his rotund client. Sweat glistened off both of their bodies as they went on for minutes that felt like hours.

“Oh my god, I haven’t had sex like this in forever!” Mary shouted out.

Greg should have been worried about someone hearing, but he was fully preoccupied by the intense orgasm building up inside him. He did his best to hold back, waiting for the right moment to unload inside Mary’s constantly pregnant womb. Her wetness started to flow down Greg’s leg. His thrusts continued and he kept holding back as long as he could.

Mary was gently bucking up and down. Ripples flowed across her heavy breasts and huge pregnant gut. Small moans grew faster and louder, faster and louder until finally with one last moan she had the most powerful orgasm she had felt since she first became pregnant all those years ago. Greg stopped trying to hold back and cried out as a wave of semen was unleashed into Mary’s waiting pussy.

With a sigh Mary lifted herself off of Greg and collapsed on to the bed next to him, panting and sweating.

“Wow! That was even better than Tori and Amy had said. You sir are amazing at what you do. I am coming by way more often.”

Greg opened his mouth to ask how much he was talked about or how many girls knew about the sex he was having, but then reality set in. He was actually having sex with a willing stream of pregnant women. The fantasy of all fantasies had become his life. Why mess with such a good thing, right?

Part 6 - After Hours

Greg had been enjoying his new job as a massage therapist for Elite Surrogates, Inc. for close to two months now. Life was sweet. The job had great hours, pretty good pay, his boos was easy to work with and he liked his coworkers. The work was satisfying in a way, but the perks were much more satisfying in a completely different way. It wasn’t unheard of for massage therapists to sleep with a client, things happen. Greg’s situation however was without precedent. He was a therapist with a fetish for pregnant women, working at an agency that contracted out surrogates, and having sex with several pregnant women on a regular basis.

He had many clients, and a handful came in for much more than massages. A few of the women he had gotten to know especially well. Tori and Amy were now in their 30th weeks, Mary in her 25th, and Greg’s constantly pregnant boss Jessica was starting her final month at 36 weeks. One girl stood out to Greg though. Her name was Lizzy. Greg met her when she was only twelve weeks pregnant. He had only seen her once since then. She was on his mind far more often than his other regulars. Something was different, he felt different around her. The point was moot though. She was shy and he wouldn’t make a move on a client. Oh well.

Greg was walking down the hallway on his way back from lunch when he saw Lizzy coming his way. Her white jacket and tank top contrasted well with her light tan. A short blue skirt fit under the gentle curve of her 14 week belly. She was showing a bit early, but it was to be expected with twins. Normally Greg would be more interested in all of this, but he barely noticed it. Lizzy’s iridescent blue eyes locked with Greg’s and he was completely lost two beautifully blue pools.

Lizzy was happy to see Greg and managed to say a shy “Hey” as they passed each other. Greg was distracted that all he managed to say was “Hey, nice to…” before he turned the corner and ran headlong into a door. Looking quickly around him Greg was relieved to see that Lizzy didn’t notice.

Today he had another appointment with his most regular client, Tori. Tori’s gigantic quintuplet belly and voracious sexual appetite ensured that her appointments were always Greg’s favorites. Her appointment went as usual, nice massage, some small talk, and a customary sexual tryst. As the two of them were dressing Tori turned to Greg and asked him a question.

“Hey, are you handy, like can you fix stuff?”

“I guess so, what do you need?”

“Well my sink has developed a leak, but I can’t seem to get under there to fix it.” Motioning toward her belly she continued, “These five make it a little hard to get into tight places.”

“Oh I get it,” Greg replied. “No worries, I can come fix it for you any time. How does tonight sound?”

“Really?! Thank you so much,” Tori said as she threw her arms around Greg. “Come to my place around six.” She wrote her address on a note and set it on the table. “I’ll make sure it is well worth your time.” With a wink she turned and left.

Considering how much time Greg spent under and in her, it wasn’t hard to figure out what Tori was implying. He wondered just exactly what she might have planned…

Later That Day:

Tori sat on her plush couch in the living room of her apartment. In between her widespread legs sat the pregnant bulge of her stomach. With only ten weeks left she had grown into quite the big girl. Her belly was 60 inches around last time she measured. It was getting harder and harder to reach all the way around her midriff. Tori looked over at the armchair across the room. It was her favorite chair. She wasn’t sitting it now though. She had outgrown it.

Her doctors measured her pregnancies in weeks, Tori liked measuring in milestones. No longer being able to see her feet, when a certain shirt no longer fit all the way down her belly, when she couldn’t touch her toes, these were all exciting moments for her. Not being able to fit in her favorite chair was one of the most exciting moments. It meant that she was growing truly large. From her previous pregnancies Tori knew she grew the most right near the end and this time she’d outgrown the chair with ten weeks left. This was going to be fun.

She leaned her head back against the couch and slid her hands up under her dress and began to stroke her belly. Today Tori had covered her hefty body with a light green sun dress. The garment hugged tightly around her breasts then billowed out over her vast sphere. It might not have been her sexiest outfit, but Tori loved the feeling of the soft cotton on her skin and she knew she wasn’t going to be wearing it for too long anyway.

There was a knock at the door. Tori pulled her dress back down, heaved herself to her feet and waddled to the door. She opened the door and saw her handsome massage therapist standing in the hallway holding a small toolbox. “Hello, you’re early. Thanks for coming over.” Tori motioned Greg inside.

He stepped into her living room. Greg had always wondered what life was like outside of the office for the surrogates. Surrogacy paid decently so the women lived comfortably. Tori had a nice two bedroom place with open rooms, high ceilings, and wide hallways. The walls were off white except for a soft blue accent wall. The center of the living room was filled by the couch, the chair, a small table, and a large TV. Connected to the living room as a spacious kitchen and dining space with a wooden table and six chairs.

“Wow, this is a really nice place Tori, pretty big too.”

“Why thank you,” Tori said smiling. “I like inviting people over so I wanted a nice place for doing that. Also,” she motioned to her belly, “I get a little big towards the end and it’s nice to have room to move around.”

Greg laughed. “So where’s the leaky sink of yours?”

“Oh, it’s in the kitchen. I ordered us some Italian food. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to treat you to something in return for fixing my sink, but I didn’t feel up to cooking today.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. That sounds great.” Greg silently hoped that dinner wasn’t the only treat she had in store. “I’ll get to work on the sink while we wait for the food.”

Greg quickly set to work on the sink and Tori went back to her position on the couch. Even though her back was to him Greg stole little glances over the counter top at the heavily pregnant woman as she stroked her belly and sighed softly. Soon the food arrived and the two of them sat down to eat.

“My my, there certainly is a lot of food here,” Greg said light-heartedly. Several trays of pasta, lasagna, and bread sticks covered the table. There was even a small box of Italian pastries for dessert.

“Well, girl’s gotta eat when she’s eating for six,” Tori replied with a wink.

The two of them dug into the food. They made some small talk as they ate.

“So Tori, I never asked you, what did you do before you were a surrogate?”

“Oh, I worked here and there, nothing really serious. I actually worked at Hooters for a long time while I was in school. Some of the other girls work while pregnant as surrogates, but I decided not to. I’ve got enough money to live comfortably so I spend my time reading, socializing, getting massages, and…” Tori finished with a wink. “Besides, Hooters usually puts pregnant girls behind the counter or something like that. And girls like me? I doubt they’d even know what to do with something this big, haha.”

Greg could believe that she was a former Hooters girl. Seated at the table her belly pushed her breasts up and out the top of her sun dress. The ripe, succulent orbs looked more enticing than the food. Greg couldn’t believe how much she was eating. By now Tori had already packed close to five thousand calories into her overly pregnant stomach. She was starting to slow down and reached for the desserts.

“Ooh, these are my favorite. Little pastry shells filled with chocolate.” As Tori bit down a small droplet of chocolate fell and landed on her dress. “Darn it. I spilled. It’s so easy to do when you have this much surface area. Sorry Greg, let me go change real fast.”

“No worries, I’ll clean up while you change.”

Tori hefted her body out of the chair and walked away to her bedroom. Greg cleaned up the dishes and empty containers then put the final touches on Tori’s formerly leaky sink.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom. The door had been swung shut, but was still open a few inches. Greg stood by the door and said, “Hey Tori, everything is cleaned up and your sink is good as new.”

“Oh thank you so much. You can come in. I wanted to show you something.”

Greg pushed the door open, walked in, and saw the hottest thing he had ever seen. Standing by the closet was the heavily pregnant Tori in her old Hooters uniform. To say the little white tank top and orange shorts were tight would be the greatest understatement made by man. Tori’s wide child-bearing hips pulled her shorts nearly to her limits. The hem on her thighs squeezed into her flesh causing her legs to flare out as orange cloth stopped and tanned leg began.

Tori’s own hooters stretched the Hooters logo nearly to oblivion. The owl’s wide eye’s mirrored Greg’s own expression. The tank top was so tight it seemed as if it had been painted on to her skin. How she even got into it was a mystery. Dark nipples were clearly evident under the white cotton stretched nearly to transparency. Even from his vantage point a few feet away Greg could hear the threads straining. She took shallow breaths to keep from tearing the shirt apart. The garment that used to reach all the way to Tori’s waist now only made it a few inches past her prodigious bust.

“Well I guess I can’t go back to work looking like this. My uniform seems to have shrunk in the laundry,” Tori said in her best pleading school girl voice.

Greg played along. “Oh no, whatever shall we do. You’ll just have to stay home then. Come over here and I’ll help you out of those uncomfortable clothes.”

“I have a different idea.” Tori smiled, led Greg over to the bed and helped him undress. Then he laid back against the headboard and she straddled his lap. He let out a soft grunt as she settled her weight on to him.

“Sorry. It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to be on top much longer. I weighed over 200 pounds at my last appointment. I was never a small girl, I weighed 140 before this pregnancy.”

“It’s okay. I like big girls,” Greg said with a wink.

Tori returned his wink, “A particular kind of big girl. Now let’s get me out of these uncomfortable clothes.” She moved closer to Greg, threads straining she moved. What happened next will be long remembered by Greg.

Tori straightened up, bringing her chest even with his eye level. She pulled her shoulders back and took in a single deep breath. Small wet spots formed above her nipples. With seams popping and threads groaning the poor Hooters top finally gave up. The shirt tore straight down the middle. Two titanic breasts bounced and wobbled as they exploded into freedom.

“Oh my god, that feels so nice,” Tori moaned. “You like what you see?”

Greg was too stunned to speak. Watching Tori’s ample bosoms come exploding out her shirt was the single hottest thing he had ever seen. It was a miracle he hadn’t cummed right then and there.

Tori ran her hands over her belly and up to her breasts. “I can’t believe how big I am already. How am I going to last another ten weeks? I’m already a big preggo blimp.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. At 30 weeks with quints Tori looked like a woman overdue with twins. And her breasts had to be an E or EE cup. With the huge orb of her belly and her succulent bust Greg couldn’t hold it in any longer. He repositioned himself so that he was laying back and Tori was sitting on top. She lifted her bulk and slid down on to his erect member. They had sex for what felt like hours and then again three more times throughout the night.

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Part 7 - Three's Company

It had been a little over a week and a half since Greg and Tori’s night at her apartment. Tori was coming in today for her first appointment since that night. Greg had seen her around the office, but hadn’t had the privilege of seeing her ballooning belly or blossoming breasts since that night. He was excited for today.

Greg was putting the final preparations together in the massage room.

“Hey there Mister, are you ready for my massage?” Tori asked sensually from the door.

“More than ready my dear,” Greg said smiling. “How have you been?”

“Big, bigger than big. And getting bigger every day.” Tori answered. “I’ll go change and then I’ll be ready.”

Just then Amy walked in. “Hi there Greg. Since I have the next appointment after Tori is it alright if I relax and lounge a bit while Tori gets her massage?”

“Sure, I’ve never had anyone do that before, but a little more company would be nice.” Greg was only partially telling the truth. While he was excited about getting to rub and stroke Tori’s bloated body he had also hoped to have sex with her. Having Amy in the room pretty much ended the chances of that.

Tori came out of the changing room. Due to the number of intimate encounters she and Greg had had she chose to forgo the usual towel or bathrobe that the other girls used. She walked in to the room naked save for a pair of panties that were almost entirely hid by her belly.

Her earlier description of ‘bigger than big’ was right on the money. Long, slender calves extended up into thick plump thighs. Wide hips and a generous rear sat where her thighs came together. Exploding out from her abdomen was a giant tanned sphere of gravidity. As she came into her third trimester the five fetuses inside her womb were growing at an incredible rate. Tori was far more pregnant than any woman naturally should be. Perched on top her of belly were a pair of ripe and swollen breasts. They were somehow even larger than last time Greg had seen them. Dark nipples topped each of her tan globes. Her shoulders and neck were still slender and shapely, though she did have a bit wider build. Her beautiful face and dark brown hair completed the picture of this marvelously round and fertile woman. Her eyes were like dark brown pools that stared back at him.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it’s not polite to stare mister?” Tori said lightly.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I take it as a compliment. You can stare all you want, as long as you give me a massage of course.” Tori winked and climbed on to the massage bed.

Amy reclined on the couch. “So Greg, did Tori tell you the story of how we became surrogates?”

“Um, no you didn’t,” Greg replied. “Tell me about it.”

“Well Tori and I have been best friends ever since we were roommates in our college dorm freshman year. We did everything and shared everything together. That was the year that Tori was diagnosed with nymphomania. There was a constant stream of guys coming through our dorm. I didn’t mind too much though. Like I said, we share everything.”

Tori joined in. “By our junior year Amy and I had moved out of the dorms and were sharing an apartment. My nymphomania was getting worse and worse until finally I had a pretty bad pregnancy scare. I knew I had to do something and so I came up with an idea. I had heard about this new business starting up that hired women to carry children to term for mother who couldn’t be pregnant themselves. I could help other women out and keep having all the sex I wanted without worrying because I would already be pregnant. And I’d heard that pregnant sex was even better than regular sex.”

“Tori was excited about the idea, but she was a little nervous about being pregnant alone. So I agreed to get pregnant with her. I liked the idea of helping other women. Also I had always loved being the busty girl and getting a little bigger sounded fun. So that’s how Tori and I became pregnancy buddies. We both loved being pregnant so much that we kept on doing it. The two of us always get inseminated on the same day, that’s why we’re both 32 weeks.”

Tori let out a soft moan as Greg moved his hands from her back to her belly and began massaging in slow, large circles. “It’s been great having a best friend like Amy. We still share everything do everything together.”

Greg felt three familiar orbs press against his back. “And we mean everything,” Amy whispered from behind him. She slipped her hands around his waist and stroked Greg’s crotch through his pants.

Surprised, Greg spun around. Amy’s robe was lying on the floor by the couch. In front of him stood the short and impressively built blond. Her belly was already the size of the average full term belly. Resting heavily on top of it was a pair of heavy, milky H cup breasts. Beautiful green eyes locked with his. “So what do you think? You want to have sex?”

“With both of us?” Greg looked back. Tori was sitting up on her knees, completely nude.

Greg was floored. “Y-Y-es,” was all e managed to stammer out.

Both girls smiled. Greg was still standing at the end of the bed facing toward Amy. She knelt down, undid his pants and slowly pulled them off. Tori came up behind him and took his shirt off. Then Tori pressed her belly into Greg’s back and began stroking his shoulders and chest.

Amy took one huge boob in each hand and squeezed them together around Greg’s penis. He closed his eyes and let out a small moan as Amy stroked up and down his shaft with her soft breast flesh. His head tilted back as he was over taken by a wave of ecstasy. Amy could feel that he was about to cum.

“A, ah, ah, not yet,” she said. Amy and Tori gently laid Greg back on the bed. Tori positioned herself on all fours so that her breasts were over Greg’s face. Amy straddled Greg’s crotch then took all of his huge erection up inside her wet and wanting pussy. As she began to buck up and down her giant mammaries bounced and wobbled on top of her round belly. This excited her immensely, turning her on even more.

Greg didn’t notice though. He was too busy with another pair of breasts. Tori, in a show of surprising agility for the carrier of quintuplets, had maneuvered her milk swollen mammaries over Greg’s face and lowered them so he could kiss and suckle all he wanted. His entire view was blocked by breast. The vivid memory of Tori’s bust exploding free of her old Hooters shirt swirled around in Greg’s head.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more Amy’s pussy squeezed tight around Greg’s throbbing member and he unleashed a wave of semen into her already crowded womb. With a moan of pure pleasure Amy slid off of Greg and laid down on the bed next to him.

After a couple of minutes Tori propped herself up with one arm and said with a mischievous grin, “Now it’s my turn.”

At 32 weeks Tori was just beginning her eighth month. Her massive quintuplet belly made it difficult for her to be on top so she rolled on to her side and let Greg come in from behind her. Even with her back facing him Greg could see the swell of her belly sticking out to her sides. He put one hand gently on her belly and slid into her waiting vagina.

Tori let out a gasp of pleasure that was soon silenced as Amy moved in and began making out with Tori. Between Greg’s penis and Amy’s tongue Tori was in a state of pure sexual bliss. Tori stroked Amy’s crotch with one hand and kneaded her titanic tits with the other. Right as Amy brought her hand up and cupped Tori’s milk-filled bosom Tori plunged her fingers deep into Amy’s vagina.

After what seemed like hours all three of them orgasmed together in the most intense sexual experience of their combined lives.

Once she caught her breath Tori said, “It’s just like they always say, ‘Playing with your friends is more fun when you share.’”

“Man, I will definitely be doing more combined sessions,” Greg said.

With that Amy and Tori got dressed and gathered their things. Promising to come back soon they left and Greg got ready to go home for the day.

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