Hey Preggophilia,
It took longer than planned (what doesn’t?), but my fourth and final entry in the Crescente Corporation series is here! Introducing There's No Place Like Home.
In each entry I’ve tried to cover a specific type of pregnant fantasy--corporate overachievers getting knocked up, bimbos, and hucows--and now it’s time to finish with one of our favorite groups: Barefoot and Pregnant! If you like housewives and harems, then I suspect that this is going to be an enjoyable 23,000 words to read. I'm extremely grateful for all the downloads and good reviews my other stories have gotten, and I've really tried to make each story better than the last.
And here's a little excerpt:
It had only been a few minutes of constant orgasming, but to Zoe it felt like a lifetime as she gasped and rocked against the inert form of her unconscious husband and rode from climax to climax. Then, at some point whose beginning was impossible to identify exactly in the deluge of sensation, she felt the pressure building. Even in her addled state she could tell, perhaps subconsciously, that this was an altogether separate sensation from her constant climax. Overlaid on top of that was a tightness, a slowly building pressure concentrated in the middle of her body. But in her current condition, that was all about it that Zoe was capable of registering, and she was at the mercy of her body as she continued to writhe.
In just a matter of moments it became clear what was happening. The mesh of the bodysuit that had clung so provocatively to Zoe’s slender form had begun to visibly stretch. There was a creaking, and then runs began to appear in the fabric as her previously narrow hips began to separate and widen. Lost in the sensations her transforming body was radiating, Zoe did not notice the increasing amount of fabric that was riding up as dozens of extra pounds of fat and muscle began to swell her ass outward.
The mesh around Zoe’s midsection had originally been designed halter-style, with a couple of cutouts on the side to expose more of her toned waist. Slowly, but perceptibly, the remaining pink fabric pushed further and further outward as the unmistakable shape of a bump began to rise from her formerly flat stomach. Around her chest the bodysuit contained a couple of semi-rigid cups meant to make Zoe’s B-cup breasts as prominent as possible, but now flesh spilled out from either side as the cups were stretched to their limit. With each beat of her heart Sadie’s formerly quarter-sized areola spread out a little wider, and in just a few short minutes they too were peaking out of the top of her bodysuit.
By now the pressure in her transforming body was just as prominent and as powerful as the constant wave of orgasms that still continued to rock her, and Sadie found that the combination of the two at once was pushing her nearer and nearer to the sublime. As if by instinct both of her roaming hands found their way to her swollen belly, for the moment still barely contained by the stretched, tented material of the lingerie. A moment later, she felt the sweet caress of her own hair make contact against the sensitive flesh of her areola as it grew past them and down her arms. Bones popped and clothing creaked as she continued to grow ever wider, softer, and rounder.
Then her mind cleared for just a moment, and somehow she knew it was just a temporary pause for breath before the final act.
Also, to celebrate I've queued up on my tumblr and my WordPress a week's worth of extra smutty content all devoted to preggo homemakers. I’ve got a whole bunch of SFW and NSFW gifs, photos and of course captions I’ve written that I can’t wait to show off.
Thanks again for all of your support!
It took longer than planned (what doesn’t?), but my fourth and final entry in the Crescente Corporation series is here! Introducing There's No Place Like Home.
In each entry I’ve tried to cover a specific type of pregnant fantasy--corporate overachievers getting knocked up, bimbos, and hucows--and now it’s time to finish with one of our favorite groups: Barefoot and Pregnant! If you like housewives and harems, then I suspect that this is going to be an enjoyable 23,000 words to read. I'm extremely grateful for all the downloads and good reviews my other stories have gotten, and I've really tried to make each story better than the last.
And here's a little excerpt:
It had only been a few minutes of constant orgasming, but to Zoe it felt like a lifetime as she gasped and rocked against the inert form of her unconscious husband and rode from climax to climax. Then, at some point whose beginning was impossible to identify exactly in the deluge of sensation, she felt the pressure building. Even in her addled state she could tell, perhaps subconsciously, that this was an altogether separate sensation from her constant climax. Overlaid on top of that was a tightness, a slowly building pressure concentrated in the middle of her body. But in her current condition, that was all about it that Zoe was capable of registering, and she was at the mercy of her body as she continued to writhe.
In just a matter of moments it became clear what was happening. The mesh of the bodysuit that had clung so provocatively to Zoe’s slender form had begun to visibly stretch. There was a creaking, and then runs began to appear in the fabric as her previously narrow hips began to separate and widen. Lost in the sensations her transforming body was radiating, Zoe did not notice the increasing amount of fabric that was riding up as dozens of extra pounds of fat and muscle began to swell her ass outward.
The mesh around Zoe’s midsection had originally been designed halter-style, with a couple of cutouts on the side to expose more of her toned waist. Slowly, but perceptibly, the remaining pink fabric pushed further and further outward as the unmistakable shape of a bump began to rise from her formerly flat stomach. Around her chest the bodysuit contained a couple of semi-rigid cups meant to make Zoe’s B-cup breasts as prominent as possible, but now flesh spilled out from either side as the cups were stretched to their limit. With each beat of her heart Sadie’s formerly quarter-sized areola spread out a little wider, and in just a few short minutes they too were peaking out of the top of her bodysuit.
By now the pressure in her transforming body was just as prominent and as powerful as the constant wave of orgasms that still continued to rock her, and Sadie found that the combination of the two at once was pushing her nearer and nearer to the sublime. As if by instinct both of her roaming hands found their way to her swollen belly, for the moment still barely contained by the stretched, tented material of the lingerie. A moment later, she felt the sweet caress of her own hair make contact against the sensitive flesh of her areola as it grew past them and down her arms. Bones popped and clothing creaked as she continued to grow ever wider, softer, and rounder.
Then her mind cleared for just a moment, and somehow she knew it was just a temporary pause for breath before the final act.
Also, to celebrate I've queued up on my tumblr and my WordPress a week's worth of extra smutty content all devoted to preggo homemakers. I’ve got a whole bunch of SFW and NSFW gifs, photos and of course captions I’ve written that I can’t wait to show off.
Thanks again for all of your support!
