(December 5, 2022, 10:09 am)bellylover48 Between 2012 and 2016, while in the US Army, I was stationed at Hunter Army Airfield, which is in Savannah, GA.  I lived in a suburb called Georgetown (Look up Savannah, GA in Google Maps and you’ll see GT on the west side off 204.  If you look up Georgetown, GA, you’ll get pulled to the town on the western border next to Eufala , AL.)

Anyways, I lived on the 3rd floor of a rather nice apartment complex.  Gated entry to vehicle traffic but the pedestrian gate was left open.  One evening, probably in ‘12 or ‘13, I got a knock on my door.  This was unusual; I don’t get visitors and I’d always meet the pizza drivers in the parking lot (Saves them time.)  I answer the door and standing before me is a cute, short, blond haired pregnant girl.  She was a college student, and was selling magazine subscriptions for some cause/program or another.  I invited her in, and we chatted for a bit in the living room.  Normally I don’t buy magazines, I only look at them in waiting rooms.  In this case, probably just to keep her around for a bit, I entertained the discussion and even decided to buy.  When it came time to settle, turns out it needed to be in cold hard cash, which I never have any on hand.  I told her that I’d have to go to the ATM at the nearby gas station, and she’s welcome to ride with me.  To my delight, she accepted!  5 minutes out, 5 minutes back, with an 8 month pregnant passenger.  I did buck up the nerve to ask if I could feel her belly, and she said yes!  I didn’t let my hand linger for too long, but I got to get my feel in.

Unfortunately, I didn’t ask about anything more.  Not because I was afraid of her reaction if I revealed my pregnancy fetish, nor a fear of rejection over if she was already in a relationship (dating or married doesn’t matter, I don’t steal or endorse cheating.)  No, I didn’t because at the time I was going through a divorce (my ex was back in Chicago with her parents by then.)  My personal code of ethics and honor illustrated my situation plain and clear:  Do I have a divorce decree?  Nope.  Means I’m still married, and while I could theoretically get away with a harmless dinner or evening out with a friend, anything more intimate was completely out of bounds.  

The ending of this encounter was hilarious, though.  We’re sitting in my car after returning from the ATM, I get my belly rub, and we bid each other fare well.  We both get out and go our separate ways: her towards the property entrance, and me towards the stairs.  And coming down the stairs is a group of guys, 3 or 4.  They all had the same sales packets she had, and upon seeing her leave my car and waddle on up the sidewalk they were pissed.  Not at me, thank goodness they were reasonable!  No, they were pissed because apparently there had been an agreement between various parties as to who had what territories.  She’d invaded theirs!  HAHA!  They gave me some line about sticking with the guys (given their body language I knew it was more in jest than any serious Male vs Female prejudice) and I just shrugged.  “Well, she got to me first, and I’ve got a thing for pregnant girls.  Sorry, she would have had my money regardless.”  That got a groan out of one of them, as if that wasn’t the first time she’d used her belly (or possibly gender in general) to her advantage.

Nice! How short was her hair?

I know the neighborhood. I was there in 2016 on a show and that Air Field was a hoot. They played a lot of revelie the day after Orange Man got in.

okay so this one isn't just a random chance encounter, but there are elements of that and i didnt want to find an older thread to necro.

back in august, i attended a local free community concert and had spotted this absolutely gorgeous girl- slender figure, but an amazingly round belly in a tight black tanktop that i assumed to be at the end. due to who we were both with and the general circumstance, i didn't have the opportunity to say hello or make any kind of conversation. and honestly i'm just not a huge fan of the cold approach. so i left, lamenting i didn't know this person but happy that i saw a beautiful bump nonetheless.

fast forward to tuesday, and i hop onto FB dating and within a few minutes, there she is! with this, instead of swiping, i elected to send her a message (not the friend request yet) that basically read "hey i think i saw you at this concert youre absolutely beautiful, i hope youre doing well." and to my surprise she quickly and warmly responded with thank you and asked about which concert it was. we instantly start a fun and engaging conversation, eventually landing on her favorite pregnancy meal. it just so happens that its not only very affordable but very close to the office so i offer to bring it to her, and she accepts warmly. at this point i am over the moon. though i dont post often, this is far from my first rodeo and my way with women and fairly good looks usually mean i can see someone in a flirty manner more than once if the initial meeting goes well.

i get there and she comes out of her apartment complex, and my jaw drops. her growth is noticeable and to my delight, she is wearing that same black tanktop from august. this time even more taut, laughably similar to someone stuffing their basketball under their shirt. this time though, it was the real deal. we chat a bit, doing the usual social sniffing of "is this a vibe, or is this weird?" luckily it turned out to be cool and we continued to message until she fell asleep. yesterday i could tell she was eager to see me, and quickly the need for a charging block came up, and i quickly jumped at the opportunity to help. the evening comes, and we have another mini hang out- this time much more fun and open, she is a really unique and intelligent individual. when we hug goodbye, she did the subtle grab on my shoulder to show that she is attracted. again we message, and i decide to take the leap and say that i'd like to feel a kick... i get the golden response "if you would have asked you totally could have, the baby was moving like crazy." i am now the smiling crying emoji incarnate.

one of the first things we talked about was her passion for crochet. she'd brought up that she wanted to make a king size or similar blanket throughout the end of the pregnancy (she's 37 weeks btw) and in post partum. i suggest going to the store and grabbing some, and she jumps at the chance. looking for a bit more of a concrete feel, i ask her if she's attracted to me, and i receive a yes. evening comes, and she hops in the car as much as she can hop at the moment, and we go off. we end up picking out 1200 yards of yarn lol and go to look at the christmas section. i want to stop for a second and say that as much as i love that she's pregnant, i treated this situation as a date, and a way to connect and hopefully make someone going through a hard time feel a bit better. our flow is great, and often i sort of forget she has this incredible belly bobbing right along the whole time.

we get near some ornaments and her eyebrows raise and she looks at me, grabs my hand and places it directly on her belly. saying something to the effect she says "omg do you feel that" and i feel several small magnitude earthquakes going on at the center of her bump, just above the belly button. i for one am a rubber, the movements are definitely more of a natural fascinating thing than associated with my construct of the fetish at all, but a hand on a belly is a hand on a belly. we continue through the store, checking out and laughing the whole way to the car. we get in and she's making lovey eyes at me, i turn and give her a hug, and as we let go i put my hand on her belly and start rubbing it. i could damn near see her goosebumps forming. i then lift her shirt and take a good look at the beauty and continue rubbing. mind you this is just for a few seconds, and in a romantic way more so than a fetish one, if that makes sense. we then leave for food pick up and go to a local park with some christmas lights to eat and chat. in the process of grabbing things from bags her belly rides up quite a bit and i get a pretty good pre pregnancy clothes view for most of the meal. as we leave she pulls it down and i make a joke about how she'd been hanging out for a while. we get back to hers and we hug, my left hand this time placed across her belly, we move apart and share a small but sweet kiss, my hand still there.

i help her move her stuff from the store upstairs, and we hug and share a second small kiss, and she asked to see me again soon...

(December 9, 2022, 1:11 am)dude12345 okay so this one isn't just a random chance encounter, but there are elements of that and i didnt want to find an older thread to necro.

back in august, i attended a local free community concert and had spotted this absolutely gorgeous girl- slender figure, but an amazingly round belly in a tight black tanktop that i assumed to be at the end. due to who we were both with and the general circumstance, i didn't have the opportunity to say hello or make any kind of conversation. and honestly i'm just not a huge fan of the cold approach. so i left, lamenting i didn't know this person but happy that i saw a beautiful bump nonetheless.

fast forward to tuesday, and i hop onto FB dating and within a few minutes, there she is! with this, instead of swiping, i elected to send her a message (not the friend request yet) that basically read "hey i think i saw you at this concert youre absolutely beautiful, i hope youre doing well." and to my surprise she quickly and warmly responded with thank you and asked about which concert it was. we instantly start a fun and engaging conversation, eventually landing on her favorite pregnancy meal. it just so happens that its not only very affordable but very close to the office so i offer to bring it to her, and she accepts warmly. at this point i am over the moon. though i dont post often, this is far from my first rodeo and my way with women and fairly good looks usually mean i can see someone in a flirty manner more than once if the initial meeting goes well.

i get there and she comes out of her apartment complex, and my jaw drops. her growth is noticeable and to my delight, she is wearing that same black tanktop from august. this time even more taut, laughably similar to someone stuffing their basketball under their shirt. this time though, it was the real deal. we chat a bit, doing the usual social sniffing of "is this a vibe, or is this weird?" luckily it turned out to be cool and we continued to message until she fell asleep. yesterday i could tell she was eager to see me, and quickly the need for a charging block came up, and i quickly jumped at the opportunity to help. the evening comes, and we have another mini hang out- this time much more fun and open, she is a really unique and intelligent individual. when we hug goodbye, she did the subtle grab on my shoulder to show that she is attracted. again we message, and i decide to take the leap and say that i'd like to feel a kick... i get the golden response "if you would have asked you totally could have, the baby was moving like crazy." i am now the smiling crying emoji incarnate.

one of the first things we talked about was her passion for crochet. she'd brought up that she wanted to make a king size or similar blanket throughout the end of the pregnancy (she's 37 weeks btw) and in post partum. i suggest going to the store and grabbing some, and she jumps at the chance. looking for a bit more of a concrete feel, i ask her if she's attracted to me, and i receive a yes.  evening comes, and she hops in the car as much as she can hop at the moment, and we go off. we end up picking out 1200 yards of yarn lol and go to look at the christmas section. i want to stop for a second and say that as much as i love that she's pregnant, i treated this situation as a date, and a way to connect and hopefully make someone going through a hard time feel a bit better. our flow is great, and often i sort of forget she has this incredible belly bobbing right along the whole time.

we get near some ornaments and her eyebrows raise and she looks at me, grabs my hand and places it directly on her belly. saying something to the effect she says "omg do you feel that" and i feel several small magnitude earthquakes going on at the center of her bump, just above the belly button. i for one am a rubber, the movements are definitely more of a natural fascinating thing than associated with my construct of the fetish at all, but a hand on a belly is a hand on a belly. we continue through the store, checking out and laughing the whole way to the car. we get in and she's making lovey eyes at me, i turn and give her a hug, and as we let go i put my hand on her belly and start rubbing it. i could damn near see her goosebumps forming. i then lift her shirt and take a good look at the beauty and continue rubbing. mind you this is just for a few seconds, and in a romantic way more so than a fetish one, if that makes sense. we then leave for food pick up and go to a local park with some christmas lights to eat and chat. in the process of grabbing things from bags her belly rides up quite a bit and i get a pretty good pre pregnancy clothes view for most of the meal. as we leave she pulls it down and i make a joke about how she'd been hanging out for a while. we get back to hers and we hug, my left hand this time placed across her belly, we move apart and share a small but sweet kiss, my hand still there.

i help her move her stuff from the store upstairs, and we hug and share a second small kiss, and she asked to see me again soon...

That’s amazing