8 months with as much bed rest as possible. The sentence went through my head over and over again and I couldn’t help but smile like the cat that caught the canary. I pulled the car into our driveway and stopped the engine. 8 months. As much bed rest as possible. That didn’t mean total bed rest. It didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything physical. Just a limited amount of activities. I got out of the car and stretched and noted how much you wish you could probably do the same. Even the simple pleasure of driving and then freely stretching your limbs and back after. I went around to the back of the car and started to unload the massive amount of groceries that had put a serious dent in my wallet. Not that I cared all that much. Growing a baby took a toll and you needed the calories. Even if your tastes shot around wildly at a moment’s notice. Savory. Sweet. Salty. Healthy. Loaded with fat. I didn’t mind the ridiculous amount or cost. If this was the price to keep you this way I would happily pay a thousand times over. “Daddies home” I thought and laughed to myself. It was almost impossible to dampen my spirits these days. 8 months. And AS much bed rest AS possible. I walked through the front door and cheerily called out “Babe I’m home!” The only answer was a low moan coming from the bedroom upstairs. I sauntered in and started to unload the food. I knew it was a bit cruel but I couldn’t help but ask “Hey are you here?” I was grinning ear to ear waiting for the answer.
“You know EXACTLY where I am.” Came a cranky voice from upstairs.
I finished putting away the food and sighed deeply. I knew from the first date it was supposed to be you. We made each other laugh and connected on so many levels but for me it was your body. It was a shallow thing but it couldn’t be denied. The extreme curves, the thick thighs and dainty ankles, the pillowy soft breasts ready to fill, the ample rear….. and the hips. God, I couldn’t get enough of your beautiful wide hips. So perfect in every way. the first time I saw you naked I could hear your body screaming what it wanted. Take me. Fill me. Make me more womanly. Place your seed in my empty womb and let me do what I was meant to do. ….How could I say no? How could I resist something turning you into the perfect vessel for my children. It was if you had been hand crafted to grow heavy with child and I couldn’t deny it…. I just didn’t know just how well you were designed to grow heavy with my babies.
I felt the usual pangs of guilt and the remorse over the career you had to “place on hold”. You claimed you never wanted this but your whole body certainly took to the process easily enough. And the wedding. What a sordid affair that was. I was over the moon but I could see the threat of tears in your eyes all night in that huge dress you found. Barely able to stand for the length of the ceremony as we rushed through it. I knew you were miserable but this was everything I wanted. You were mine, completely. And the whole world could see just what my seed had done to you. What you were helpless to stop. I pushed the thoughts away as I made my way up the stairs. It wasn’t such a bad deal after all. I had money. You and the baby (and all the ones to come later) would be well taken care of. So what if it wasn’t you calling the shots for your own life anymore? It was your fertile body and I working together. We just needed you to get with the program. Maybe today was the day to finally tell you that going back to work wasn’t going to happen.
I gently opened the door and smiled when our eyes met. “Hey sweetie. You look amazing.” I purred. “No, I don’t.” You sigh as you try to heave your heavy body up. I watch you struggle into a comfortable position and I have to force myself from getting rock hard. Your belly and massive breasts dominating your poor body steals all the focus in the room. “I look like a cow whose belly is an inch in diameter away from making me look like a whale.” You say with a bit of a snarl and I hear the annoyance and fatigue in your voice “ And these tits…. Jesus, look at what you did my tits. They’re so heavy and won’t stop aching. I look like a fucking water balloon.”
It broke my heart that you couldn’t see how beautiful you really were. Somehow I needed to get that through to you. You would be spending most of your time like this anyways so better to learn to love it. “True, you may be as big as a house, possibly a Mcmansion, but you’re my McMansion and I think you are the sexiest thing on the planet.” I saw you glare at me and I gently smiled. Poor thing. She thinks this is temporary. I made my way to the bed and sat down next to you, all smiles like the kid who got exactly what he wanted on Christmas. “Wanna foot rub while you tell me all the reasons why being massively pregnant sucks?”
“I can’t believe you think it’s even cute or nice to call your extremely pregnant and uncomfortable wife something like that.” You snap. “So, you want me to tell you all about why being this pregnant sucks? Even though I’ve been doing nothing but laying here in bed, feeling every little movement and growth, being uncomfortable, with my insatiable appetite, eating non-stop like a pig? Are YOU serious right now?”
I liked it when you were a bit angry but I would have to tread carefully. As much as the hormones running rampant in your body were working well for me they could also kill the mood at a moment’s notice. “ok, poor choice of words. I admit it. I know this sucks. And I know you hate it. But 8 months is a hell of a lot closer to the finish line than 4 or 6.” I gently grab one of your swollen feet and pull it into my lap. Even moving this little makes you groan a little. I set to work massaging it, hoping your body and I can work together to course correct the situation.
“I do hate it. I just want to give birth so this can be over and done with. Then I can go back to work.” You said in a huff.
“You just gotta hold on a little while longer.” I press my thumb deeply into the arch of your foot and try to hit the pressure points. When would I tell you going back to work was a pipe dream? Now? While I made you cum later when you were begging me to make you feel good? There wasn’t a great option for it. You let out a painful groan as our son twists and moves in your achingly full womb. I took one of my hands off your poor foot and place it on your heaving belly. I never really get used to how dense it feels. Your skin is hot to my touch as I try to soothe you and our baby.
You moan a little at the slight bit of relief and say "Why can’t we just schedule the C-section? The faster he’s out of here, the easier it will be for me to get back to work. My friend just texted me about a position that’s going to open up in a few months, because someone just put in their notice, but will stay until they train their replacement.”
I sighed. Better to give up the ghost now I suppose. I leaned in close and kissed your massive swell. “Because you’re not going back to work babe. You’re never going back to that job or any other besides this.” I smiled warmly at you as you looked at me with confusion. Was there panic in that stare? “This is your life now.” I said softly. “I’m sorry but it is what it is. You were meant for this and this is only the start.”
You pull your foot back from my hand, trying to also move away from my other hand and lips which are both on your giant maternal swell. But with my baby weighing you down it’s difficult to move quickly. “I’m sorry that you think that’s how it’s going to be, but once this baby is born, we’re hiring a nanny. I’m going back to work. And I’m getting my tubes tied.” You said point blank trying to take control back in the situation.
“No, you’re not” I say simply enough as I start to kiss your gravid belly. “In fact, as soon as you’re ready I’m going to make sure there’s more of my babies in your womb.” My kisses start to go lower and I can almost feel the heat coming off between your legs. I smile. You say one thing. Your body says another. “That’s why I made sure you got pregnant in the first place. I need you to understand your place in all of this.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean you got me in pregnant in the first place? You did this on purpose?” You ask, raising your voice. “You don’t get a say on whether or not I tie my tubes. The doctor will do whatever I ask them to.”
“Maybe” I say as I start to kiss the underside of your swell. My hands now roaming your perfectly vast belly and wonderful hips. Your struggling making me hard. The weight of my child pinning you down. “Or maybe you’ll finally realize what I know and what your body knows. You were meant for this. Anything else is trivial.” I pull the blankets back to expose you. I know you don’t even bother with pants or underwear anymore unless we have to try and heave you out of bed for an appointment. “You’re meant to be full of babies. ” I smile at you as I part your thicker and softer thighs. I can feel you strain against me but it’s barely a struggle. I look down between your legs at the thicket of hair that has grown wild as you try to buck and heave away from me. “Doesn’t this feel right?” I ask as I lower my head between your legs and start kissing gently up your inner thighs.
“No…” you say, your breathing growing shallower as I kiss your supple skin. “Leave me alone, you know I never wanted this and you forced this baby on me.” I know you’re trying to deny me now but then why are you moaning that way? How can I suddenly smell your want in the room?
“ Forced him on you?” I ask as my kisses inch further up your soft thighs. “I’ll admit to trying to get you pregnant on purpose but I certainly didn’t force your body to take to it so quickly.” I was right near your sex then, I could feel the heat coming off of you in waves. Like the rest of you, it had also swollen over the months and the once cute little pussy had been turned into a heavy mound with thick full lips. I gently licked the space between and despite your protests you whimpered. You desperately tried to grab at my head, my hair, anything to pull me away but you can’t get a good grip with your expanse of a belly in the way. “ It’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you… your wide hips, your large breasts, the fact your body took to my seed so well…..you were meant for this….” Just as you begin more protests and I feel you getting ready to try and kick me away I gently drive in with my tongue. Strands of your juices cling to your hefty lips as I part them. Your body and I are in synch again. “You were meant to be a mother.” I say before I eagerly set to work.
“You know EXACTLY where I am.” Came a cranky voice from upstairs.
I finished putting away the food and sighed deeply. I knew from the first date it was supposed to be you. We made each other laugh and connected on so many levels but for me it was your body. It was a shallow thing but it couldn’t be denied. The extreme curves, the thick thighs and dainty ankles, the pillowy soft breasts ready to fill, the ample rear….. and the hips. God, I couldn’t get enough of your beautiful wide hips. So perfect in every way. the first time I saw you naked I could hear your body screaming what it wanted. Take me. Fill me. Make me more womanly. Place your seed in my empty womb and let me do what I was meant to do. ….How could I say no? How could I resist something turning you into the perfect vessel for my children. It was if you had been hand crafted to grow heavy with child and I couldn’t deny it…. I just didn’t know just how well you were designed to grow heavy with my babies.
I felt the usual pangs of guilt and the remorse over the career you had to “place on hold”. You claimed you never wanted this but your whole body certainly took to the process easily enough. And the wedding. What a sordid affair that was. I was over the moon but I could see the threat of tears in your eyes all night in that huge dress you found. Barely able to stand for the length of the ceremony as we rushed through it. I knew you were miserable but this was everything I wanted. You were mine, completely. And the whole world could see just what my seed had done to you. What you were helpless to stop. I pushed the thoughts away as I made my way up the stairs. It wasn’t such a bad deal after all. I had money. You and the baby (and all the ones to come later) would be well taken care of. So what if it wasn’t you calling the shots for your own life anymore? It was your fertile body and I working together. We just needed you to get with the program. Maybe today was the day to finally tell you that going back to work wasn’t going to happen.
I gently opened the door and smiled when our eyes met. “Hey sweetie. You look amazing.” I purred. “No, I don’t.” You sigh as you try to heave your heavy body up. I watch you struggle into a comfortable position and I have to force myself from getting rock hard. Your belly and massive breasts dominating your poor body steals all the focus in the room. “I look like a cow whose belly is an inch in diameter away from making me look like a whale.” You say with a bit of a snarl and I hear the annoyance and fatigue in your voice “ And these tits…. Jesus, look at what you did my tits. They’re so heavy and won’t stop aching. I look like a fucking water balloon.”
It broke my heart that you couldn’t see how beautiful you really were. Somehow I needed to get that through to you. You would be spending most of your time like this anyways so better to learn to love it. “True, you may be as big as a house, possibly a Mcmansion, but you’re my McMansion and I think you are the sexiest thing on the planet.” I saw you glare at me and I gently smiled. Poor thing. She thinks this is temporary. I made my way to the bed and sat down next to you, all smiles like the kid who got exactly what he wanted on Christmas. “Wanna foot rub while you tell me all the reasons why being massively pregnant sucks?”
“I can’t believe you think it’s even cute or nice to call your extremely pregnant and uncomfortable wife something like that.” You snap. “So, you want me to tell you all about why being this pregnant sucks? Even though I’ve been doing nothing but laying here in bed, feeling every little movement and growth, being uncomfortable, with my insatiable appetite, eating non-stop like a pig? Are YOU serious right now?”
I liked it when you were a bit angry but I would have to tread carefully. As much as the hormones running rampant in your body were working well for me they could also kill the mood at a moment’s notice. “ok, poor choice of words. I admit it. I know this sucks. And I know you hate it. But 8 months is a hell of a lot closer to the finish line than 4 or 6.” I gently grab one of your swollen feet and pull it into my lap. Even moving this little makes you groan a little. I set to work massaging it, hoping your body and I can work together to course correct the situation.
“I do hate it. I just want to give birth so this can be over and done with. Then I can go back to work.” You said in a huff.
“You just gotta hold on a little while longer.” I press my thumb deeply into the arch of your foot and try to hit the pressure points. When would I tell you going back to work was a pipe dream? Now? While I made you cum later when you were begging me to make you feel good? There wasn’t a great option for it. You let out a painful groan as our son twists and moves in your achingly full womb. I took one of my hands off your poor foot and place it on your heaving belly. I never really get used to how dense it feels. Your skin is hot to my touch as I try to soothe you and our baby.
You moan a little at the slight bit of relief and say "Why can’t we just schedule the C-section? The faster he’s out of here, the easier it will be for me to get back to work. My friend just texted me about a position that’s going to open up in a few months, because someone just put in their notice, but will stay until they train their replacement.”
I sighed. Better to give up the ghost now I suppose. I leaned in close and kissed your massive swell. “Because you’re not going back to work babe. You’re never going back to that job or any other besides this.” I smiled warmly at you as you looked at me with confusion. Was there panic in that stare? “This is your life now.” I said softly. “I’m sorry but it is what it is. You were meant for this and this is only the start.”
You pull your foot back from my hand, trying to also move away from my other hand and lips which are both on your giant maternal swell. But with my baby weighing you down it’s difficult to move quickly. “I’m sorry that you think that’s how it’s going to be, but once this baby is born, we’re hiring a nanny. I’m going back to work. And I’m getting my tubes tied.” You said point blank trying to take control back in the situation.
“No, you’re not” I say simply enough as I start to kiss your gravid belly. “In fact, as soon as you’re ready I’m going to make sure there’s more of my babies in your womb.” My kisses start to go lower and I can almost feel the heat coming off between your legs. I smile. You say one thing. Your body says another. “That’s why I made sure you got pregnant in the first place. I need you to understand your place in all of this.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean you got me in pregnant in the first place? You did this on purpose?” You ask, raising your voice. “You don’t get a say on whether or not I tie my tubes. The doctor will do whatever I ask them to.”
“Maybe” I say as I start to kiss the underside of your swell. My hands now roaming your perfectly vast belly and wonderful hips. Your struggling making me hard. The weight of my child pinning you down. “Or maybe you’ll finally realize what I know and what your body knows. You were meant for this. Anything else is trivial.” I pull the blankets back to expose you. I know you don’t even bother with pants or underwear anymore unless we have to try and heave you out of bed for an appointment. “You’re meant to be full of babies. ” I smile at you as I part your thicker and softer thighs. I can feel you strain against me but it’s barely a struggle. I look down between your legs at the thicket of hair that has grown wild as you try to buck and heave away from me. “Doesn’t this feel right?” I ask as I lower my head between your legs and start kissing gently up your inner thighs.
“No…” you say, your breathing growing shallower as I kiss your supple skin. “Leave me alone, you know I never wanted this and you forced this baby on me.” I know you’re trying to deny me now but then why are you moaning that way? How can I suddenly smell your want in the room?
“ Forced him on you?” I ask as my kisses inch further up your soft thighs. “I’ll admit to trying to get you pregnant on purpose but I certainly didn’t force your body to take to it so quickly.” I was right near your sex then, I could feel the heat coming off of you in waves. Like the rest of you, it had also swollen over the months and the once cute little pussy had been turned into a heavy mound with thick full lips. I gently licked the space between and despite your protests you whimpered. You desperately tried to grab at my head, my hair, anything to pull me away but you can’t get a good grip with your expanse of a belly in the way. “ It’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you… your wide hips, your large breasts, the fact your body took to my seed so well…..you were meant for this….” Just as you begin more protests and I feel you getting ready to try and kick me away I gently drive in with my tongue. Strands of your juices cling to your hefty lips as I part them. Your body and I are in synch again. “You were meant to be a mother.” I say before I eagerly set to work.
