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MY NEW JOB
Hi! I’m Daniel. What can I say? I am undeniably a pervert. I do have a Master’s degree in social work, though, so it’s not like I’m unqualified for my new job. It was via a social work forum that I heard of Jane’s House, in fact. Not on a pregnancy fetish site, as might pretty reasonably be presumed.
For expectant mothers without a stable living situation, Jane’s House is a godsend. Relief from hardship, housing assistance, career services: Jane’s House does it all and does it well. I’m about 3 weeks into my position here. Honestly, putting aside the pregnancy aspect for a second, it’s a team I’m very proud to be a part of.
But you’re not here for me to put the pregnancy aspect aside, are you? Let’s put it front and center: I am surrounded by baby bumps all day, and I could hardly be happier. Luckily, socializing with the ladies of Jane’s House is sort of part of the job, because if it wasn’t, I’d sure as shit shirk my responsibilities to do so. I’m getting along with all the preggo residents handsomely.
There are five knocked up ladies living here at the moment, all first pregnancies and in the 19-23 age range. I’ll walk you through the current roster:
Lauren is quiet and reserved with me thus far, though I hope that’ll change as her pregnancy progresses as I already desperately want to get a belly rub in. She’s 6 months along right now, thin frame with a perfect, tight tear drop of a bump. Despite her shyness, she frequently rocks some very tight t-shirts, tantalizingly accentuating her form.
Where Lauren is a calming presence in the house, Monica is loud and often brings chaos. I’m going to need my comfort level to go up with her a bit if I’m to rub that belly, as she currently intimidates me a bit. Emotional intensity-wise, but physically, too. Even correcting for gestational enhancement of curves, she’s got the tits and ass of a porn star. She’s 8 months into her pregnancy, though you would never guess she was even pregnant from behind. A perfect example of being “all stomach,” her bump is like a tight, slightly larger version of a basketball protruding from her torso. I delight in my days of seeing her in form-fitting attire.
With Jennifer, I had an instant and easy rapport. Our personalities gel pretty well, I think. I also think, though, that she’s been flirting with me ever so subtly. She’s 6 months along, a fiery 5’2” with voluminous curly hair, sporting a thick figure from pre-pregnancy and consistently clad in extremely flattering bodycon midi dresses. Her bump is a perfect curve out from her pubic region up to just below her breasts. Fantastic.
I feel lucky to have gotten in here while Ashlynn’s a client: she’s carrying twins, and she is carrying them well. She’s 7 months pregnant currently: fit physique, generally modest curves, and a bump that sticks straight out of her a good two feet. It’s a doozy of a torpedo. In fact, the first day I met her, my hands basically involuntarily grabbed onto the bump. It got near me, was instantly magnificent to behold, and I had an impulse I apparently couldn’t squash. She can hardly approach a person without it getting in their personal space; sweet as usual, she said “it’s happened before, and it’ll happen again.” Great attitude, and much appreciated by yours truly. And that torpedo is TIGHT, by the way. Unbelievable.
My favorite of the bunch is probably Mary, largely due to her having a similar sense of humor to mine. And, who am I kidding, also due to that perfect, firm and round bump of hers. We have a really good time together, which quickly led to my getting in regular belly rubs (besides my unfortunate incident with Ashlynn, hers is the first bump I managed to touch here). Proudly and gorgeously, she’s got a crazy sexy figure and attitude. Besides the sizable tits, curvy waist, and thick ass that she’s definitely been in possession of for her entire adult life, her massive 8 months bump completely consumes her torso, every conceivable bit of space taken up by it in addition to the foot-and-a-half in front of her into which it protrudes. It’s nothing but firm, incredibly shapely and round. I’ve definitely touched it for an amount of time that turned awkward…at least twice.
Having described to you the five wonderful bumps that surround me 40 hours a week, you might imagine how I struggle not to spend my whole day staring. I won’t say I’m succeeding perfectly, but I hope I’ve maintained a measure of balance and discretion. When I’m trying to do some paperwork with Ashlynn comparing her 7 months twin belly to Mary’s 8 months singleton belly three feet to my left, I don’t exactly manage to pay the paperwork my full attention. By the time they’ve both raised their shirts to expose the bumps for all to see, I’m typing 2 words per minute. Ashlynn has trouble covering her giant torpedo of a gut with any articles of clothing, and frequently opts to let her tops casually ride atop the bump as she incessantly rubs her taut skin. She catches me staring repeatedly, but says nothing. Has she made meaningful eye contact two or three times? Maybe, but I can’t trust my fantasizing ass. At least my erections keep me from going over to join her rubbing sessions.
Yesterday, Monica joined in with Ashlynn and Mary. Three bumps were bared, hands were rubbing all over the others’ bellies, and they’d chosen to do all this standing within arm’s reach of my desk. I’ve been caught staring by all five of the residents by this point, and I swear they must be talking, comparing stories and (easily) figuring out my interest in their pregnant physiques. This demonstration so close to me felt like a provocation, especially with all three of them occasionally glancing my way to see if I was looking. They tried to act nonchalant, avoiding eye contact with me. I decided to meet their provocation with one of my own. I stared at each of their faces in turn, waiting until we made eye contact and intensely maintaining it with each of them. No words were spoken, but it feels like something’s been communicated between us…
That Fateful Night
I’m on the late shift, 8 PM - 8 AM. I’m knee-deep in paperwork until 9:30, when Jennifer comes into the office wearing a bathrobe. “So…we all need to talk to you.” I shrug and say “okay,” she takes my hand and leads me to the living room, where the other four are waiting for us. Nude. All four are entirely fucking nude. Unceremoniously, Jennifer drops her robe, and I’m in a room with five naked preggos. My jaw has permanently dropped, and I’m frozen in place as Jennifer plops into a seat on the couch. Mary lays it out for me:
“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. We’ve been talking amongst ourselves a bit, and we realized we’ve all caught you staring at us. At our bellies, specifically. We think you have more than a professional interest in pregnant ladies, buddy. So here you go: all five of us, all for the viewing. But we need something from you, Daniel. You see, we’re all pretty worried about developing (or in my case developing more) stretch marks. And we’ve heard semen is the best moisturizer for baby bumps. And we’re all single. So…we’ll all be needing a turn with you tonight. We really need you to cum on all of our bellies, Daniel.”
I’m utterly speechless, still frozen in the same place from which I first spotted the plethora of naked preggo skin in the room. My eyes dart between bumps, tits, crotches. So much to look at! I must be lost in my awe for an awkward amount of time, because Monica finally yells “Take your fucking clothes off!” I follow her direction, revealing my not-great body and already-hard cock to the room.
Shy, quiet Lauren stands up and motions me over to her. “I’m first,” she coos. Okay, this is apparently really happening to me. I approach slowly, but she is less hesitant, grabbing my cock in her left hand the moment it’s within reach. She pulls me in to her very personal space by my dick; I am really digging this more assertive version of Lauren. Her tits are clearly pregnancy-inflated but still perfectly perky, a rare (and super hot) combination. The tear drop of her bump is perfectly smooth, which I get to enjoy firsthand as she pushes my cock into the bump. She presses it down onto herself and strokes back and forth, the pressure she’s applying pushing me past a layer of softness and into the full firmness of her belly. It’s my first bumpjob, and it’s better than I’d ever imagined. I cum quickly enough to elicit a surprised “Oh!” from Lauren. My entire load is on top of her bump, and she begins rubbing it in, carefully covering every inch of her belly. A few seconds in, she has a shiny, opalescent white sheen covering her entire bump. I am in heaven.
As Lauren sits down, still playing with her sticky bump, Monica stands up. “All right, stud, over here.” I freeze again. “Problem?” she asks. “Well…” It’s an unavoidable biological fact, yet I’m embarrassed to admit it for some reason. “…there is the refractory period, so it’ll be a solid 10 minutes before I can…umm…moisturize again.” Monica motions up and down the entirety of her pregnant body with two open hands, an invitation welcoming me to partake of her physical delights. “Take your time,” she invites. God bless the refractory period! I spend some time with her ample breasts, complying when she suggests I try to get some milk out of them. It shoots straight out into the center of the room, and my dick is twitching a bit already. Her 8 month basketball-esque belly is a delight to touch, smooth skin stretched over a seriously solid bump. My hands are all over it, rubbing down further and further until I’m in the thick of her bush and subsequently rubbing her pussy. I get her off, her moans and further-tightened orgasmic bump getting me fully hard and ready to go again myself.
Her belly has unquestionably dropped, resting squarely on her slightly unkempt (but lovely) bush. I lift the belly, get my cock in the space I’ve made, and lay the belly back onto my cock. I start to thrust, friction between her pubic mound and extraordinarily tight bump proving more than adequate for progress towards shooting my next load. She grabs her hanging tits while I thrust away, stimulating her nipples and moaning softly. My hands are locked onto that stunning bump of hers, pronounced linea nigra a novelty I can’t stop staring at. My orgasm is imminent within a minute or two, crazy fast for my second in 15 minutes. I pull out of the bumpjob pocket I’d made for myself and quickly stroke myself off onto her bump. She rubs it in thoroughly with her fingertips, then sucks the cum off all ten of them. These women are driving me fucking wild.
Two bumps shiny, three to go. Jennifer stands next, furiously rubbing her pussy and loudly moaning as she rises. She keeps at it for another 30 seconds or so, moaning ever more loudly, then breathes deeply in post-climax relief. “Sorry, that was just too hot,” she explains. Fully understood, no apologies necessary. The curves of her 6 month bump blend perfectly into those of her hips, ass, pubic area, and even her fairly low-hanging bosom. I rub my hands over her body, effortlessly gliding from curve to curve, following the natural flow of her incredibly sexy form. I’m entranced by her thickness.
I get her off again, then she promptly kneels to take my just-starting-to-harden-again cock in her mouth. I’m fully erect again in moments. Standing face-to-face and very close to her, I point my cock upwards and press it into her bump, leaning further in to trap my genitals between her belly and mine. I begin thrusting upwards into the solid bump, face just a few inches from Jennifer’s. After a few up-and-down cock motions, she goes in for the kiss, and we’re making out for the remainder of our encounter, my hands gripping her magnificently thick ass. The novelties of kissing and ass-grabbing this time around are keeping things interesting, and I surprise myself again with how quickly I feel ready to cum. I thrust faster and faster, deciding I can let loose on both of our bellies and still provide her with enough moisturizer. Both our midsections are pretty messy with cum. She rubs cum into her own belly with one hand and into mine with the other. I’ve joined the quickly-growing shiny belly club, and I’m thrilled.
Ashlynn heaves herself up, but I’m fucking exhausted. “Do you mind if I take your seat for a few minutes?” She doesn’t, and she positions herself standing in front of me so I can rub her precariously protruding twin bump while I rest. Her belly is sticking out so far and carrying so much weight that it’s started to point somewhat alarmingly downward. I hold up the gorgeous torpedo with both hands, feeling the impressive mass of it. Her back must be fucking killing her, lugging this thing around all day! Monica, sitting next to me, reaches over to play with my limp cock while I play with Ashlynn’s bump. This refractory period is significantly longer, with a solid 14 or 15 minutes passing before I’m hard again. Monica gets bored after 4 or 5 minutes of playing with my unresponsive dick, so the other 10 minutes are just me holding up the massive bump in front of me. I do not get bored of this, and it leads to an erection as soon as is humanly possible.
I stand, still holding up Ashlynn’s belly as she starts gently stroking my cock. She has to stand at a diagonal to me, what with the absurd protrusion of her bump. We try to position me in front of the belly, two feet in front of the rest of this poor woman. I point my cock upward again and lean into her, but I keep slipping off her taut, round smoothness. Several different attempts at variations on the bumpjob follow, but she’s just too large and ungainly. We finally settle on her just jerking me off onto her bump. She has great technique, twisting her hand around my cock just a touch with every upstroke. Great enough technique that she’s got me shooting rope in under 5 minutes. This being my fourth orgasm in an hour or so, I amaze myself by still being able to suitably coat a belly in my seed. And this belly needs a significant amount to be fully coated. She slowly spreads it around the gravid torpedo, eventually managing to attain the opalescent white sheen belly-wide. It somehow looks even better shining.
“I’ve got something special planned,” Mary says from her recliner. She reaches down next to her and comes up with what turns out to be a home ultrasound kit. “I don’t really need moisturizer right now, but I could use some gel for an ultrasound. Do you want to help me out and see the baby?” I confirmed that I did, indeed, want to help her. Rather than stand, she fully reclines, arriving at a nearly-supine position in the chair. I stand to her side as she plays with my still-recovering cock, and I lustily grasp handfuls of her 8 month bump and giant tits.
It’s probably only 7 or 8 minutes till I’m hard this fifth time, refractory periods apparently remaining somewhat mysterious to me. I lean over to get my cock against her ample bump, just managing to make contact without positioning myself too uncomfortably. She firmly holds my cock against her firm belly, pushing down into even firmer portion. I thrust, one hand grasping a tit and one rubbing her pussy. She moans a whole lot. I love the feel of her belly compared with the others as it’s easily the firmest of the bunch, and I only have to thrust for 5 or 6 minutes before I cum.
She lets the load lay where it landed and hands me the ultrasound kit, already on and ready to go. I place the head of the wand right into the mess I’ve made, slowly rubbing the cum around in little circles as I position the monitor to be visible to both of us. The cum works! We quickly find the heartbeat, then the head. It’s a sweet moment, despite the semen involved. “When’s your next late shift?” she asks with a wink.
So, I guess now I’m a professional bump moisturizer. I love my new job.
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MY NEW JOB
Hi! I’m Daniel. What can I say? I am undeniably a pervert. I do have a Master’s degree in social work, though, so it’s not like I’m unqualified for my new job. It was via a social work forum that I heard of Jane’s House, in fact. Not on a pregnancy fetish site, as might pretty reasonably be presumed.
For expectant mothers without a stable living situation, Jane’s House is a godsend. Relief from hardship, housing assistance, career services: Jane’s House does it all and does it well. I’m about 3 weeks into my position here. Honestly, putting aside the pregnancy aspect for a second, it’s a team I’m very proud to be a part of.
But you’re not here for me to put the pregnancy aspect aside, are you? Let’s put it front and center: I am surrounded by baby bumps all day, and I could hardly be happier. Luckily, socializing with the ladies of Jane’s House is sort of part of the job, because if it wasn’t, I’d sure as shit shirk my responsibilities to do so. I’m getting along with all the preggo residents handsomely.
There are five knocked up ladies living here at the moment, all first pregnancies and in the 19-23 age range. I’ll walk you through the current roster:
Lauren is quiet and reserved with me thus far, though I hope that’ll change as her pregnancy progresses as I already desperately want to get a belly rub in. She’s 6 months along right now, thin frame with a perfect, tight tear drop of a bump. Despite her shyness, she frequently rocks some very tight t-shirts, tantalizingly accentuating her form.
Where Lauren is a calming presence in the house, Monica is loud and often brings chaos. I’m going to need my comfort level to go up with her a bit if I’m to rub that belly, as she currently intimidates me a bit. Emotional intensity-wise, but physically, too. Even correcting for gestational enhancement of curves, she’s got the tits and ass of a porn star. She’s 8 months into her pregnancy, though you would never guess she was even pregnant from behind. A perfect example of being “all stomach,” her bump is like a tight, slightly larger version of a basketball protruding from her torso. I delight in my days of seeing her in form-fitting attire.
With Jennifer, I had an instant and easy rapport. Our personalities gel pretty well, I think. I also think, though, that she’s been flirting with me ever so subtly. She’s 6 months along, a fiery 5’2” with voluminous curly hair, sporting a thick figure from pre-pregnancy and consistently clad in extremely flattering bodycon midi dresses. Her bump is a perfect curve out from her pubic region up to just below her breasts. Fantastic.
I feel lucky to have gotten in here while Ashlynn’s a client: she’s carrying twins, and she is carrying them well. She’s 7 months pregnant currently: fit physique, generally modest curves, and a bump that sticks straight out of her a good two feet. It’s a doozy of a torpedo. In fact, the first day I met her, my hands basically involuntarily grabbed onto the bump. It got near me, was instantly magnificent to behold, and I had an impulse I apparently couldn’t squash. She can hardly approach a person without it getting in their personal space; sweet as usual, she said “it’s happened before, and it’ll happen again.” Great attitude, and much appreciated by yours truly. And that torpedo is TIGHT, by the way. Unbelievable.
My favorite of the bunch is probably Mary, largely due to her having a similar sense of humor to mine. And, who am I kidding, also due to that perfect, firm and round bump of hers. We have a really good time together, which quickly led to my getting in regular belly rubs (besides my unfortunate incident with Ashlynn, hers is the first bump I managed to touch here). Proudly and gorgeously, she’s got a crazy sexy figure and attitude. Besides the sizable tits, curvy waist, and thick ass that she’s definitely been in possession of for her entire adult life, her massive 8 months bump completely consumes her torso, every conceivable bit of space taken up by it in addition to the foot-and-a-half in front of her into which it protrudes. It’s nothing but firm, incredibly shapely and round. I’ve definitely touched it for an amount of time that turned awkward…at least twice.
Having described to you the five wonderful bumps that surround me 40 hours a week, you might imagine how I struggle not to spend my whole day staring. I won’t say I’m succeeding perfectly, but I hope I’ve maintained a measure of balance and discretion. When I’m trying to do some paperwork with Ashlynn comparing her 7 months twin belly to Mary’s 8 months singleton belly three feet to my left, I don’t exactly manage to pay the paperwork my full attention. By the time they’ve both raised their shirts to expose the bumps for all to see, I’m typing 2 words per minute. Ashlynn has trouble covering her giant torpedo of a gut with any articles of clothing, and frequently opts to let her tops casually ride atop the bump as she incessantly rubs her taut skin. She catches me staring repeatedly, but says nothing. Has she made meaningful eye contact two or three times? Maybe, but I can’t trust my fantasizing ass. At least my erections keep me from going over to join her rubbing sessions.
Yesterday, Monica joined in with Ashlynn and Mary. Three bumps were bared, hands were rubbing all over the others’ bellies, and they’d chosen to do all this standing within arm’s reach of my desk. I’ve been caught staring by all five of the residents by this point, and I swear they must be talking, comparing stories and (easily) figuring out my interest in their pregnant physiques. This demonstration so close to me felt like a provocation, especially with all three of them occasionally glancing my way to see if I was looking. They tried to act nonchalant, avoiding eye contact with me. I decided to meet their provocation with one of my own. I stared at each of their faces in turn, waiting until we made eye contact and intensely maintaining it with each of them. No words were spoken, but it feels like something’s been communicated between us…
That Fateful Night
I’m on the late shift, 8 PM - 8 AM. I’m knee-deep in paperwork until 9:30, when Jennifer comes into the office wearing a bathrobe. “So…we all need to talk to you.” I shrug and say “okay,” she takes my hand and leads me to the living room, where the other four are waiting for us. Nude. All four are entirely fucking nude. Unceremoniously, Jennifer drops her robe, and I’m in a room with five naked preggos. My jaw has permanently dropped, and I’m frozen in place as Jennifer plops into a seat on the couch. Mary lays it out for me:
“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. We’ve been talking amongst ourselves a bit, and we realized we’ve all caught you staring at us. At our bellies, specifically. We think you have more than a professional interest in pregnant ladies, buddy. So here you go: all five of us, all for the viewing. But we need something from you, Daniel. You see, we’re all pretty worried about developing (or in my case developing more) stretch marks. And we’ve heard semen is the best moisturizer for baby bumps. And we’re all single. So…we’ll all be needing a turn with you tonight. We really need you to cum on all of our bellies, Daniel.”
I’m utterly speechless, still frozen in the same place from which I first spotted the plethora of naked preggo skin in the room. My eyes dart between bumps, tits, crotches. So much to look at! I must be lost in my awe for an awkward amount of time, because Monica finally yells “Take your fucking clothes off!” I follow her direction, revealing my not-great body and already-hard cock to the room.
Shy, quiet Lauren stands up and motions me over to her. “I’m first,” she coos. Okay, this is apparently really happening to me. I approach slowly, but she is less hesitant, grabbing my cock in her left hand the moment it’s within reach. She pulls me in to her very personal space by my dick; I am really digging this more assertive version of Lauren. Her tits are clearly pregnancy-inflated but still perfectly perky, a rare (and super hot) combination. The tear drop of her bump is perfectly smooth, which I get to enjoy firsthand as she pushes my cock into the bump. She presses it down onto herself and strokes back and forth, the pressure she’s applying pushing me past a layer of softness and into the full firmness of her belly. It’s my first bumpjob, and it’s better than I’d ever imagined. I cum quickly enough to elicit a surprised “Oh!” from Lauren. My entire load is on top of her bump, and she begins rubbing it in, carefully covering every inch of her belly. A few seconds in, she has a shiny, opalescent white sheen covering her entire bump. I am in heaven.
As Lauren sits down, still playing with her sticky bump, Monica stands up. “All right, stud, over here.” I freeze again. “Problem?” she asks. “Well…” It’s an unavoidable biological fact, yet I’m embarrassed to admit it for some reason. “…there is the refractory period, so it’ll be a solid 10 minutes before I can…umm…moisturize again.” Monica motions up and down the entirety of her pregnant body with two open hands, an invitation welcoming me to partake of her physical delights. “Take your time,” she invites. God bless the refractory period! I spend some time with her ample breasts, complying when she suggests I try to get some milk out of them. It shoots straight out into the center of the room, and my dick is twitching a bit already. Her 8 month basketball-esque belly is a delight to touch, smooth skin stretched over a seriously solid bump. My hands are all over it, rubbing down further and further until I’m in the thick of her bush and subsequently rubbing her pussy. I get her off, her moans and further-tightened orgasmic bump getting me fully hard and ready to go again myself.
Her belly has unquestionably dropped, resting squarely on her slightly unkempt (but lovely) bush. I lift the belly, get my cock in the space I’ve made, and lay the belly back onto my cock. I start to thrust, friction between her pubic mound and extraordinarily tight bump proving more than adequate for progress towards shooting my next load. She grabs her hanging tits while I thrust away, stimulating her nipples and moaning softly. My hands are locked onto that stunning bump of hers, pronounced linea nigra a novelty I can’t stop staring at. My orgasm is imminent within a minute or two, crazy fast for my second in 15 minutes. I pull out of the bumpjob pocket I’d made for myself and quickly stroke myself off onto her bump. She rubs it in thoroughly with her fingertips, then sucks the cum off all ten of them. These women are driving me fucking wild.
Two bumps shiny, three to go. Jennifer stands next, furiously rubbing her pussy and loudly moaning as she rises. She keeps at it for another 30 seconds or so, moaning ever more loudly, then breathes deeply in post-climax relief. “Sorry, that was just too hot,” she explains. Fully understood, no apologies necessary. The curves of her 6 month bump blend perfectly into those of her hips, ass, pubic area, and even her fairly low-hanging bosom. I rub my hands over her body, effortlessly gliding from curve to curve, following the natural flow of her incredibly sexy form. I’m entranced by her thickness.
I get her off again, then she promptly kneels to take my just-starting-to-harden-again cock in her mouth. I’m fully erect again in moments. Standing face-to-face and very close to her, I point my cock upwards and press it into her bump, leaning further in to trap my genitals between her belly and mine. I begin thrusting upwards into the solid bump, face just a few inches from Jennifer’s. After a few up-and-down cock motions, she goes in for the kiss, and we’re making out for the remainder of our encounter, my hands gripping her magnificently thick ass. The novelties of kissing and ass-grabbing this time around are keeping things interesting, and I surprise myself again with how quickly I feel ready to cum. I thrust faster and faster, deciding I can let loose on both of our bellies and still provide her with enough moisturizer. Both our midsections are pretty messy with cum. She rubs cum into her own belly with one hand and into mine with the other. I’ve joined the quickly-growing shiny belly club, and I’m thrilled.
Ashlynn heaves herself up, but I’m fucking exhausted. “Do you mind if I take your seat for a few minutes?” She doesn’t, and she positions herself standing in front of me so I can rub her precariously protruding twin bump while I rest. Her belly is sticking out so far and carrying so much weight that it’s started to point somewhat alarmingly downward. I hold up the gorgeous torpedo with both hands, feeling the impressive mass of it. Her back must be fucking killing her, lugging this thing around all day! Monica, sitting next to me, reaches over to play with my limp cock while I play with Ashlynn’s bump. This refractory period is significantly longer, with a solid 14 or 15 minutes passing before I’m hard again. Monica gets bored after 4 or 5 minutes of playing with my unresponsive dick, so the other 10 minutes are just me holding up the massive bump in front of me. I do not get bored of this, and it leads to an erection as soon as is humanly possible.
I stand, still holding up Ashlynn’s belly as she starts gently stroking my cock. She has to stand at a diagonal to me, what with the absurd protrusion of her bump. We try to position me in front of the belly, two feet in front of the rest of this poor woman. I point my cock upward again and lean into her, but I keep slipping off her taut, round smoothness. Several different attempts at variations on the bumpjob follow, but she’s just too large and ungainly. We finally settle on her just jerking me off onto her bump. She has great technique, twisting her hand around my cock just a touch with every upstroke. Great enough technique that she’s got me shooting rope in under 5 minutes. This being my fourth orgasm in an hour or so, I amaze myself by still being able to suitably coat a belly in my seed. And this belly needs a significant amount to be fully coated. She slowly spreads it around the gravid torpedo, eventually managing to attain the opalescent white sheen belly-wide. It somehow looks even better shining.
“I’ve got something special planned,” Mary says from her recliner. She reaches down next to her and comes up with what turns out to be a home ultrasound kit. “I don’t really need moisturizer right now, but I could use some gel for an ultrasound. Do you want to help me out and see the baby?” I confirmed that I did, indeed, want to help her. Rather than stand, she fully reclines, arriving at a nearly-supine position in the chair. I stand to her side as she plays with my still-recovering cock, and I lustily grasp handfuls of her 8 month bump and giant tits.
It’s probably only 7 or 8 minutes till I’m hard this fifth time, refractory periods apparently remaining somewhat mysterious to me. I lean over to get my cock against her ample bump, just managing to make contact without positioning myself too uncomfortably. She firmly holds my cock against her firm belly, pushing down into even firmer portion. I thrust, one hand grasping a tit and one rubbing her pussy. She moans a whole lot. I love the feel of her belly compared with the others as it’s easily the firmest of the bunch, and I only have to thrust for 5 or 6 minutes before I cum.
She lets the load lay where it landed and hands me the ultrasound kit, already on and ready to go. I place the head of the wand right into the mess I’ve made, slowly rubbing the cum around in little circles as I position the monitor to be visible to both of us. The cum works! We quickly find the heartbeat, then the head. It’s a sweet moment, despite the semen involved. “When’s your next late shift?” she asks with a wink.
So, I guess now I’m a professional bump moisturizer. I love my new job.
