I laid on my bed, letting out a long sigh of relief. Summer vacation was finally here. All I wanted to do was focus on was relaxing during these three months, because after my next year of high school, all I’m going to do next summer is get ready to move off to college.
That wasn’t an altogether terrible thought. I was looking forward to having some independence and getting away from this boring suburb. I just knew college would mean more and more work, compared to what I was doing now. School was easy, but dull. Everything around here seemed to be dull.
Then it hit me. How am I supposed to have fun during the summer? There’s nothing to do! I groaned and covered my face, running my hands through my hair.
“Oh well,” I sighed, walking over to my computer. “At least it won’t be stressful.” Another summer of reading and surfing the web. Non-stop fun.
I don’t know why I expected college to be better. But in my imagination, I figured there’d be more things to do on campus and in the surrounding town. I’d probably have access to some smarter, more adventurous friends. I was only really friends with other guys at my school because, well, when you spend five days a week with someone, you’re bound to make some sort of connection.
The few friends I did have at school also said there was a better selection of girls at college, but I don’t know what good that would do me. I wasn’t exactly landing any steady girlfriends now, so I didn’t know how college would help that.
“Matt?” my dad said, knocking on my door. “Dinner.”
I gulped and put my computer to sleep. I was glad he only knocked. Had he come inside, he would have seen the various pictures of bikini-wearing pregnant women on my screen. It was a bad habit of mine…not the “looking at sexy pregnant women” part. The “being sloppy with my pregnant gawking” thing. It was a miracle I hadn’t been discovered yet.
Yes, I’m turned on by pregnant women. I won’t try and act like I’ve got some weird thing where a supermodel with no baby-filled belly doesn’t attract me. I find…what’s the best way to put this…non-pregnant women? Regular women? Barren women? None of those feel right.
Anyway, a woman doesn’t have to be pregnant to be attractive to me. That would be crazy. But take a woman who I’d normally not find good-looking a big belly and I’m all about her. Take a cute or sexy woman and make her a mom-to-be and I turn into a full on cartoon wolf with my eyes popping out of my sockets and my tongue rolling out like a red carpet. On the inside, of course. If anyone knew I liked pregnant women, I think I’d die of embarrassment, so I’ve tried to hide it. But I’m not as careful as I should be.
The first dinner of summer break feels amazing. The comfort of knowing you can have this big meal, then have the rest of the night to you and there is absolutely no guilt or concern about getting a head start on the next week’s homework. Sure, there’s “summer reading,” but reading is easy. Before I go to bed, I’ll knock out a few chapters.
“Excited?” my dad said, passing me a bowl filled with corn on the cob. I took a piece and gave a little smile.
“Yeah, it’s always nice to have a long break,” I said. “Plus, that week-long retreat was pretty rough.”
“I heard it was badly run from the other parents,” my mom said with a chuckle. “Your classmates complain more than you. I’m always having to pry news out of you.”
I shrug and keep eating. Since it was the last week before our last year, my high school had the great idea that we’d go for a week retreat in the woods to “get to know one another.” Here’s a summary: ticks, not enough tents, students smuggling alcohol, week, and coke, and four days of heavy rain. Now you understand why I collapsed on my bed.
“Well things changed some while you were gone,” my mom said. “The house next door finally got moved into.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. The house to the left of us, despite being pretty much identical to the other houses in the neighborhood, hadn’t been sold for years, but out of the blue, someone finally took it. I never saw them, but it sounded like they were here now. “Did you meet them?”
“I waved to them as they walked inside,” my mom said with a weird smile. “It’s a mother and her daughter, ‘The Hendricks.’ The mother gave a quick hello and went inside. Not a very talkative pair.”
“Did you mention how-” my dad began, a grin on his face before my mom frowned and gave him a light smack on the arm.
“John, don’t be rude,” she scolded. “It’s nothing,” she said, turning to me. “Eat up. You’ve got lots of pieces of mashed potato on your place you didn’t get.”
Back upstairs, I clicked through a puzzle game online. It was always a good pairing if I wanted to listen to music. I couldn’t just do one or the other. I think this is why old people hate my generation? Not sure. We have a bevy of other faults.
As I’m staring at the screen, scratching my head thinking about how to proceed, I spy movement outside my window. I’m on the second of two floors and my window faces the window of the house adjacent to me. This had always been vacant with the blinds drawn, but it looked like one of the new family members was now there, and with newly-installed curtains open.
My mom said there was a mother and daughter pair and my guess was this was the daughter. Our houses were close enough that I could get a pretty good look and I was thankful for that. She was gorgeous. Wonderful, long blonde hair. Skin so soft and smooth I could feel myself ache to hold her from across the yard. She was tall and very curvy, but as I moved my eyes along her body, that’s when things changed.
She took off her shirt, revealing a half-tank top underneath, and looked into what looked like a full body mirror. Then she started rubbing her stomach, gently caressing what looked like a tight, flat abdomen to me. There might have even been some muscle to it. But despite how fit she looked to me, the neighbor girl rubbed and rubbed her middle, scrutinizing every inch.
I didn’t know if she was insecure or what, but I enjoyed the view. In just her tanktop, the size and shape of her chest was more accentuated. Watching her gaze at herself in the mirror, hand on her bare skin was hot, but maybe liking pregnancy also made me like bare bellies of any size. All in all, my new neighbor was a knockout and I was incredibly luck to get a view of her.
After a few minutes, her shoulders rose and feel with a sigh. She took her phone, snapped a picture of herself in the mirror, then retired to her own computer. I drew my own curtains, not wanting to risk discovery. Besides, if she happened to look across the yard into my window and see me looking at photos of pregnant women, I don’t know how I could go on.
I expected seeing my neighbor admire her half-naked (one-quarter naked?) body in her mirror would be a one-time lucky event in my early life. But to my pleasant surprise, every night, she would be in her room, shirt off, rubbing her stomach in the mirror. Sometimes she would have on a tank-top, but twice, she just had on a bra underneath, giving me my best looks at her ample cleavage.
The first time I saw her look at herself in the mirror, she looked upset and disappointed. But as the week went on, her smile was growing and growing. It didn’t click with me, but halfway through the week, I noticed that she looked bigger and bigger. Rounder, too. But only around her stomach. It was tight and she wasn’t putting on weight or fat anywhere else I could tell.
By Friday, a full week since I first saw her, it was obvious. Her stomach had turned into a full, sloped potbelly and she was running her hand over it with great care and attention. I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before.
She was pregnant.
When the weight of my discovery hit me — a very attractive woman (she looked a few years older than me) was living next door, her bedroom within visual range of mine, was pregnant and caressing her bare belly every night — I knew I couldn’t treat this lightly. Obviously, watching her nightly ritual would have to be a nightly ritual of my own. For someone who loves the pregnant body as much as I do, this was a dream come true.
But I had to set up some ground rules for myself. I felt creepy enough when I didn’t know she was pregnant, but now things had a more serious propensity to turn bad. And if I knew I creeped out a pregnant woman, I’d feel terrible. I didn’t just like looking at them. I…liked them as people.
The rules I established were:
- No masturbating while watching
- No videotaping or photographing her
- If she started to strip down to her underwear (tight athletic shorts not counted) or completely remove her top, I would avert my eyes and close the blind
- No attempts to contact her or find her Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/etc. accounts
Rule #4 felt a little excessive, but I decided to push things more than usual. I was already basically invading her privacy enough, so why go any further? This system made me feel alright morally and ethically, so I continued to watch my pregnant neighbor stroke her bare belly every night guilt-free. Well, mostly guilt-free.
To my delight, and seemingly hers as well, the bigger she got, the more time she would spend rubbing her belly. And boy did she get big. After two weeks, she looked eight months pregnant, easily. I couldn’t believe it.
“Has to be multiples,” I muttered to myself, leaning in as she began applying cocoa butter to her roundness. “Medicine’s allowing women to carry octuplets to full term nowadays, after all.” I was growing up in a great time to be an admirer of pregnant women…hypothetically. Advances in genetics and fertility treatments were making large pregnancies more and more common. Triplets were the new twins and they were lasting just as long. I say “hypothetically” because none of these super-sized women seemed to be posting photos or videos online and no pregnant women in my town were keen on showing off their curves, even if they were only having one baby. Some things don’t change.
Not to give too much of a history lesson, but a few decades of war, disease, combined with a boost in space exploration and colonization in the new era of global peace, made efforts to raise birth rates a big priority and boy, did they ever.
With my neighbor, I could only speculate as she got bigger, rounder, more maternal. But I wouldn’t have to stick with guessing for long. Exactly two weeks and one day since my nightly episodes of watching my neighbor stroke her growing bulge, I was enjoying the view, sitting in my usual space at night.
She had started “modeling” in front of her mirror, looking at herself at different angles. This let me see her belly in different ways as well. Getting a view from the side was great. I could see just how big she was getting around. But a front and center look at her pregnant stomach was great as well. It gave her a cute look, hard to put into words. And from behind, amazingly, she didn’t look pregnant at all. Well, except from that position, I could tell that her ass had inflated along with her stomach. Her chest too, for good measure, but from my vantage point, her belly got the most attention.
Then, as I was watching, alarms started going off in my house. I looked around frantically, not sure what was going on.
“Sorry!” I heard my dad yell from down the hall. “Trying to change fire alarm batteries. It makes the sound kind of weird.”
“O-okay,” I said, face pale. I wasn’t panicked because of the alarm. My eyes looking right into my neighbor’s, who was looking directly at me. The alarm was louder than I thought.
I was frozen, unsure how to act. If I just ran away, it would way too obvious that I was watching my pregnant neighbor stroke her belly in her shorts and tank-top. If I kept staring, that would be even weirder. Could I manage to play it off as a casual look. Like “hey weird alarm, right? That’s why I was looking out the window into your bedroom: complete shock and delirium from a loud noise. No other reason.”
She ended up making the first move. She held up one finger and walked…well, waddled over to her desk and started writing something. I waited patiently, not wanting to walk out now. I hoped and hoped my parents didn’t come into the room.
Then, she put the paper she’d been writing on against the window. Written in big, thick pen was a phone number. In dismay, I looked from the number back at her. She was smiling, maybe even laughing a bit, and nodded. I couldn’t hear anything she was saying, but I felt in my heart what she was trying to convey: “It’s alright. Call it.”
I taped the numbers out on my own cell phone, feeling myself get a little queasy. What if this was it? The moment my secret fetish gets out and half the world either laughs at me or shuns me as a freak. But I wasn’t thinking with my head and I hit “call.”
I could see her raise her own phone to her ear and her words reached me from across our shared yard. “Hi there.”
“H-hi,” I said back. She had a sweet voice. It was a little low and had a twinge of a Southern accent in it. Nothing about her tone sounded angry. Stupidly, I spoke again before she did. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
She laughed, taking in quick breaths to try and stifle it. “Thanks. So…what’s your name, guy?”
“Matt,” I said.
“Matt,” she repeated back, testing the sound of it in her mouth. “Now I want to be clear about this: I’m going to ask you a question, and trust me, I won’t be mad or upset as long as you’re honest. Okay?”
My stomach was full of rocks. “Okay.”
“Were you watching me rub my belly in the mirror?”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.”
She laughed back. “Thought so.” A short pause. “How long have you been doing it?”
“A-about two weeks,” I said, my laugh gone. I feared the worst but I couldn’t stop answering her questions. Besides, as she was talking to me, she was looking directly at me through her mirror. I had my best look at her sexy, pregnant body full-frontal yet.
“I had a feeling,” she sighed, resting one hand on her bulge. “Now, last question…and I don’t know exactly how to put this: how do you feel about pregnancy?”
There it was. Somehow, the question I was the most frightened of. Even more than “have you been watching me undress and pose in my mirror every night?” But I couldn’t bring myself to be anything other than honest with her. “I’ve always found pregnancy really fascinating a-and…I think pregnant women are incredibly attractive.”
Another sigh and a laugh from her. “Is that right?” She turned to the side and ran her hand up and down her belly. “So I look good to you?”
I felt my cheeks get red. “I-I’m sure you looked good before you got pregnant too.”
She laughed her loudest, her smile huge and wide. “Alright, alright, you’re cool Matt. My name’s Sally. Nice to meet you.”
What was going on? I was…in the clear? “Nice to meet you too…s-sorry about-”
“Hey, it’s fine,” Sally said. “If I was in your shoes, I’d have done the same thing. If it would have made me feel violated, I would have closed my blinds and moved to a different part of my bedroom the first time I felt watched. And after chatting with you a little bit…” Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she smiled. “I don’t think you’re a creep.”
“W-well that’s good,” I laughed.
“You’re just a goof,” she continued. “But I don’t mind that.”
“Better to be a goof than a creep,” I said, feeling a little more natural until Sally cocked her head.
“I dunno if I’d go that far,” she said with a skeptical tone. “But anyway, tell me about you. I can’t really tell how old you are so I don’t know what you’re life’s like. School? Working? What?”
“High school senior…or rising-senior, home for summer,” I said. “You?”
“College student,” she sighed, looking down at her bare belly. “I’m taking my next semester off until my belly pops, but I guess that’s still my ‘job title.’”
“H-how far along are you?” I asked, my guts immediately knotting up. Things were rocky enough as they were and that might not have been the best question to ask.
“I think I’m technically in month #2, but I don’t know quite how these things work,” Sally chuckled. “I know I look like I’m about due, right?” I couldn’t stop saying “uh” in response so she gave another little laugh and continued on. “I’ve got sextuplets, so I’ll be a fast grower.”
Sextuplets. I felt my knees get weak. If things still worked out, I’d get a front row seat to the biggest pregnant belly I’d ever seen in person…and likely bare.
“Are you…nervous?” I said.
“Nah, clean bill of health so far,” Sally grunted, rubbing the side of her belly. “Plus I have a good family track record of these big pregnancies going well.” She let out a sigh and turned her attention back to me. “You don’t mind talking to me like this, do you? I’m stuck in the house pretty much all day with not much to do but measure my stomach size.”
“N-no, I’m happy to talk to you. You seem…cool,” I said. I wasn’t just bullshitting to let myself continue talking to this gorgeous pregnant woman. Sally genuinely seemed laidback and cool. “And measuring a pregnant belly doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend a day.”
She let out another big laugh. “Easy now,” she said. “So…you’ve got to have more hobbies than watching pregnant women through the window. What are you into?”
“I don’t know if these count as hobbies,” I said, trying to think of the best way to respond. “I like to read and listen to music, but who doesn’t, right?”
“Matt?” my dad’s voice said. “Who are you talking to?” I could hear his footsteps getting closer to the door.
“J-Just Darren, Dad,” I said, feeling my face lose color. “He wanted to know if I want to see some summer movies with him tomorrow.” I turned to see Sally with a smile on her face. I shot her a pained expression.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said, closing her curtains just as my dad walked in.
“Are you going?” he asked.
“Probably not,” I said, still shaking a bit. “Nothing that good is out.”
“You feel okay?” my dad said, adjusting his glasses. “You look kind of pale.”
“The smoke alarm just got me on edge,” I said with a smile. “I’ve never been very good with sudden loud noises.”
“Just like my sister,” he sighed, rolling his eyes as he left the room. “Let me know if you plan on going to the movies. You always change your summer plans around without letting either of us know.”
“You’ve got it, Dad,” I said as he closed the door behind him. I looked down at my phone in disbelief. She said she’d talk to me tomorrow. Did that mean this was going to continue?
Sure enough, the following night, Sally walked into her bedroom and waved from the window. My phone buzzed and she was on the other end. “Hiya, Matt.”
“Hi, Sally,” I said with a little laugh. “How’s it going?”
“Ugh,” she shrugged, putting one hand on her belly. She still had a blouse on covering everything up, but it was light enough that her size was still clear. “Just bored.”
“What do you do most of the day?” I asked. “I never see you in your room most of the day.”
“You look for me all day, huh?” she smirked. I blushed and felt my heart race, but Sally just laughed. “Don’t worry. You scare easy.”
“I-I guess that came off pretty bad,” I said. I felt like bringing up my “rules” for watching her across the way, but another part of my brain told me that would be a very bad idea.
“But yeah, I don’t do much,” Sally replied. “Helping my mom out around the house takes up most of my time. Then add in some summer courses online to keep me enrolled and my day’s occupied.”
“That sounds dull,” I said with a sympathetic smile. “You don’t to get out of the house?”
Sally gave a bitter laugh at that. “Even if I had the time, I wouldn’t be able to get out of the house.” She patted her belly, settling her hand and giving it a light rub. “My mom was super pissed when my pee test came up positive and I’m on lock-down.”
“Lock-down?”
Sally nodded, rolling her eyes. “You know that dumb line in Juno where she said her parents don’t care what she does since she’s already pregnant? Bull. Shit. My mom’s never been more protective or guarding of her daughter. I feel like Rapunzel in here.”
I paused, not having anything good to say. “I’ve been pretty bored this summer too…it’s nice to have someone else to talk to.”
“That’s true,” Sally smiled. “So…how was your day?”
I talked about the mundane things I did, but after bringing up the time I spent listening to music, Sally and I started to share more than just our days. We talked about our hobbies. We both liked music and reading, just like anyone. I was more into watching and thinking about movies while Sally got very passionate about video games.
“There’s so many ways to tell a story and seeing it through your own eyes, you know, really experiencing it for yourself can be so compelling,” Sally said, her eyes lighting up. “There’s a lot of amazing art you can find on the indie game circuit.”
“I just like shoot zombies every now and then,” I said sheepishly.
Sally laughed, her nose wrinkling. “Well yeah, that’s good every now and then too.” As our chuckles died down, Sally’s smile curled a little. She reached her hands to the waist of her blouse and pulled it off, resting one hand on her bare belly.
“Uh…um,” I managed to get out. Sally put her phone back to her ear and gave another small laugh.
“Did you think I would stop this just because you’re here? I still like to have some time to look at my belly. You only get to be pregnant for so long, so it’s important to appreciate it while it’s here,” Sally smiled, turning to her mirror, popping her hip slowly to look at her belly from a few different angles.
“You…don’t mind me watching?” I said, astonished.
“Nah,” Sally smiled. “It’s just my belly and you’re a good sport, entertaining me like this.” She looked back over at me. “Besides, it’s nice to know someone else thinks I look good pregnant.”
I gulped. “I-I’m sure I’m not the only one.”
Sally rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too mushy on me. Trust me: plenty of people, men and women, think preggos are gross. Maybe you’re living in a bubble.”
“I’m not,” I sighed. “Honestly, I worry a lot about people finding out.”
“You mean I’m the first person you ever told about it?” Sally said with surprise, turning all the way back to face me. “It must have been eating you up inside.”
“Not too badly,” I laughed. “But I guess I picked the right person to tell.”
“Couldn’t have done better,” Sally winked, rubbing both hands on the front of her belly. “So, what do you think? Have I gotten bigger?”
I couldn’t tell if Sally was teasing me or not. I felt my face get hot and tight. “Um…it’s kind of hard to tell from this far away.”
“I feel bigger,” Sally said, patting one hand on top of her round orb. “Guess that’s to be expected with this many inside me. Plus the doctor said the way they’re measuring, she wouldn’t be surprised if they weigh over eight pounds each.”
I started to tremble. “M-modern medicine’s something, huh?”
“I’ll say,” Sally said quietly, looking at her belly as she rubbed. “No kicking yet. I’m really looking forward to that. I’ve felt my mom’s stomach when it happens, but I have no idea what it’ll be like for me.”
“You have siblings?” I said. “I thought it was just you and your mom in there.”
I could barely make out some background noise as Sally turned behind her and I could see her yelling back. “Speak of the devil,” she groaned. “I gotta go.”
“W-wait,” I said with a bit too much enthusiasm. “Will we talk tomorrow?”
Sally laughed. “Aw, you’d miss me?” There was another exchange of yelling I couldn’t hear. “Of course, dude. See you.” Sally hung up her phone and closed her blinds, the light going off shortly after. I fell back into my chair and let out a long sigh. This summer would really be one to remember.
Another fantastic week went by, where every night, Sally and I would talk over the phone. We touched briefly on our personal lives, but I mostly held off because Sally seemed touchy on the subject. All I got out of her was that she was an English major in college. Then about midway through her second semester, she had sex after a party and the guy didn’t have his condom on quite as tightly as he thought. Jump to three months later and I was watching her rub her swelling pregnant belly with glee as we talked.
A nice change of pace during the week was Sally started to text me. It wasn’t much, but every now and then I’d get something like <vacuuming is hard with a belly
> or <hows things in the outside world>. I’d text back, but I usually had to wait until that night to talk it over. Her life was busier than I thought.
“Never?” Sally said in dismay one night. She had on an especially baggy grey shirt, rolled up to let her belly stick out. “Not even an aunt or a cousin when you were little?”
“Nope,” I shrugged. “No belly-touching experience for this guy.”
“That must be killing you,” she laughed, rubbing the front of her belly playfully. “If you ever get a shot, let me give you some advice: use your fingertips first. It’s tempting to just place your palm on the bump, but trust me on this one. Plus, if you do that, she’ll be more comfortable with you and let you get more surface area.”
“Will do,” I smiled back, cheeks burning. If I ever got to touch Sally’s belly, I doubt I’d want to be that conservative.
Sally pressed one hand into her back and groaned, stretching out her belly. She paced around her room, letting me see her belly from a few different angles. “I hate being cooped up in this house so much.”
“The weather hasn’t been that great,” I said. “You’re not missing much.”
She just scoffed. “Easy for you to say, Matt. You get to pick and choose when you go out. I can’t be that picky.”
I gulped. I wasn’t a fan of Sally’s restriction either. I wanted to talk to her more in person than this. Now I had my first chance to talk about whittling down the wall. “Can’t you get your mom to walk with you if she’s so protective?”
Sally scoffed again. “Trust me, my mom’s not going on any walks, especially not with me.” Then she paused and looked over at me. “But…I might have another idea.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“But I don’t want to get your hopes up,” Sally smiled, flashing me a wink. “If it works out, I’ll let you know. For now, I want to try out a new belly butter. Let me know what you think.”
The next day, as I was sitting around the house, I saw my mom walk around the kitchen on the phone, an inquisitive look on her face.
“Uh huh,” she said, nodding. “Uh huh. Well…” she turned to look at me, then brought her attention back to the phone. “My son isn’t doing anything…good.” She paused again and gave a little laugh. “No, I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ll call her now.”
I saw my mom look at me and laugh again as she hung up the phone and flipped through the book of contacts on a nearby shelf. She taped out a new number and put the phone to her ear.
As she began talking, I got a text from Sally. <good news> I didn’t know quite what was going on, but I suspected it had something to do with my mom’s phone call. I crept closer to the kitchen to eavesdrop better.
“Yes, she thought I should get your permission first…I understand…no, Matt’s a wonderful boy. Okay…well, I’ll send him over then. Thank you, Margaret.” My mom hung up the phone and looked over at me. “Have anywhere you need to go soon?”
“No,” I said.
“Good, because you’re going for a walk. Margaret, our new neighbor, said her daughter wants to go for a walk but wants someone to go with her and I volunteered you.”
I tried to stay calm and not show my excitement. Sally found a way out, even if it was just for one afternoon. “Okay,” I said. “Now?”
“Now,” my mom said. “Take your phone with you. I’ll be here, so you don’t need a key.”
I nodded and headed out the door, over to Sally’s house. I rang the doorbell and waited to finally see my new friend up close. Instead, when the door opened, I was greeted by a very big belly.
I stared for a few seconds before turning my head up to see the cold, hostile expression of a woman with long brown hair. “Are you Matthew?”
“Y-yes,” I nodded. She had a few facial features in common with Sally and she was as gorgeous as her daughter. “Are you Margaret?”
“Yes,” she said in a flat tone. A big, blue dress was draped over her, trying to hide her huge pregnant belly as much as possible. Despite her best efforts, Margaret was clearly carrying a big litter, with a massive bulge of round tummy in front of her. It even seemed like it was beginning to drop.
“Mom, geez,” I heard Sally say as she pressed past Margaret through the doorway. “Don’t block the door.” She turned to me and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sally.”
“M-Matt,” I said, stretching out my hand to shake her. I was just going through the motions, hoping I looked like I’d never met her. I honestly have no idea, because my brain was going crazy. Sally looked attractive enough from my window into hers, but up close, she was clearly one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Her sparkling eyes, her soft hair, her inviting chest, her full lips, her sculpted cheeks, her smooth skin. And, of course, a lovely pregnant belly.
“I’ll be back soon,” Sally said, giving Margaret a passive peck on the cheek. “Love you.”
“You too,” Margaret sighed, giving me one last sideways glance before heading back into her home. When the door closed, Sally began laughing and ruffling my hair.
“We did it!” Sally cackled. “Fresh air, sunlight, the feel of the wind!” She turned to me and smiled. “You’re taller than I thought.”
“Thanks?” I said. “You’re…um…you look great.”
Sally smiled and stretched out her arms. “I feel great too.” She rested one hand on her belly and my eyes followed, though I couldn’t help thinking about how small it looked in comparison to Margaret’s. It only took a few steps for Sally to notice. “Let me guess: questions about my mom?”
“A little bit,” I admitted.
Sally nodded and patted her belly as she talked. “After my dad left us when I was little, she took work as a professional surrogate. She’s carrying quintuplets right now. Her uterus is out of this world.” Sally looked down at her own sizable bump and let out a small chuckle. “I guess it runs in the family.”
“Is that why…” I paused, wondering if my next question was too invasive or not. But Sally turned and looked at me and all I saw in her expression was honesty. “Is that why she’s so protective of you now?”
Sally sighed, giving a little smile. “I think so. She had to be pregnant all these years to support us, so for me to ‘risk’ everything by getting pregnant on my own…” Sally just let out another little snort and shook her head, turning to me again with a new smile. “So, where should we go? I’ve never walked around this neighborhood yet. Take me around.”
“There’s a park at the end of a nearby trail,” I said. “It’s a couple of miles, if you think you can manage.”
Sally gave me a smirking look. “Oh, because I’m pregnant?”
“Well…yeah,” I laughed.
“I’ll have you know I was quite the athlete in high school. And I haven’t been able to go on a walk in a long time,” Sally said, elbowing me. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me, okay?”
So we walked and talked, like old friends, but being able to look the other person in the eye made things much better than when we talked on the phone. And like she said, Sally made it all the way to the park without any sign of a sweat. I couldn’t boast the same.
“Bench?” Sally said, pointing to a wooden seat. It faced a pond and had trees all around. I nodded and sat down with her, waiting for her to rest her hand against her belly and take a deep breath as she settled down.
“Does it feel good to be outside?” I smiled. She nodded and rubbed her belly slowly. “Sorry the weather’s not very summery for your first big walk.”
“It’s fine,” Sally said quietly, turning to me. “Here, give me your right hand.”
I did as I was told and Sally moved my hand to her mid-torso, my fingertips millimeters away from her breast. Then she took my other hand and rested it against her belly.
“I-I thought you said fingertips only,” I said, hovering my hand over her belly.
“Only if you don’t know the other woman very well,” Sally smiled, placing her hand over mine and pressing against her stomach. “It’s okay.”
She rubbed my hand against her belly slowly. It was so tight and warm, nothing like I’d expected. “I-It’s nice,” I stammered out.
“Yeah, it is,” Sally said, cuddling against me. “Now if someone walks by, it’ll look like it’s our babies.”
“I-Is that what you want?” I gulped.
Sally let out a little sigh. “If they were yours…I think I’d be happier.” She turned to look me in the eye, her lips slightly pursed. “You’re still here, aren’t you?” Sally moved her head toward my shoulder, looking up at me. “Plus, I like you a lot more than him.”
I shivered and moved a hand toward Sally’s face when I heard a loud scoff from in front of us. We turned to see a middle-aged woman with her hands on her hips, glaring at us. “Show a little decency. It’s bad enough getting pregnant at your ages, but showing it off like that?”
My face turned pale and my throat got dry, but I still opened my mouth to respond. “Lady, you’re just jealous because she looks better with a belly and morning sickness than you probably ever have or ever will. Now leave us alone.”
As the woman shook her head and walked away, I turned to see Sally gripping my shirt, face against my chest.
“S-Sally?” I said, putting one hand on her head. As she pulled back, I could see that she was laughing, tears beginning to come out of the corners of her eyes, her face bright red as she tried to hold back as much as she could.
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered. “B-but when you yell, your voice gets so high-pitched and your choice of words…” Sally finally laughed out loud, hugging me tightly. But in the midst of her laughter, she still managed to get out a “thank you.”
It wasn’t long after that incident that Sally and I headed back to her house. She made it clear Margaret kept her on a short leash and this walk was pushing it anyway.
“If I’m not back soon, I’ll jeopardize any chance I have to go outside of my little tower,” Sally smiled, stopping me on the corner. “Or to talk to you without a phone.”
“I’m glad you got the chance. Getting this kind of air and exercise is probably good for you and the…you know,” I said, looking down at her belly.
Instantly, Sally caught my chin and brought my head back up. “Easy, Matt. When you’re in your room, it’s easier to stare at my belly and get away with it. But when I’m next to you, it’s a little clearer. Eyes are up here.”
“R-right, sorry,” I blushed, her fingers squeezing my cheeks. “So why did we stop here?”
“Because once we turn the corner, my mom can see us again,” Sally said. “And then, I can’t do this.” And with that, Sally leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her belly and breasts pressing against me.
It was my first kiss and I didn’t know what to expect. I’d always thought it would feel like a spark of delight, but it was a much more nuanced sensation. Her soft, wet lips moved across mine, massaging me and making me melt. Just as I moved my hands to her shoulders to try and kiss her back the best I could, Sally had broken away, her head rested against my chest.
“We’d better hurry back,” Sally said quietly. “Every minute we’re gone, the more suspicious my mom will get.”
So we went back and I returned Sally to her prison across from my own home. I hurried back inside, heading for my bedroom.
“That was nice of you,” I heard my mom say as I got to my room and closed the door. I threw open my curtains and looked over to Sally’s window. But like every morning and afternoon before, she wasn’t there. I sighed and fell back into my chair. I’d have to learn to be patient, but as I touched one finger to my lips, I knew patience would be a lot harder now.
Sally and I got to see each other pretty regularly after that walk. Once every few days, at least. We’d usually go around the park or to a nearby pond, strolling around and talking. Then we’d find a secluded enough place and make out. With each outing, Sally and I spent longer fooling around. She showed me how to French kiss and I got handsier, though I still kept my hands more centered on her belly than her butt and especially her chest.
“You like the belly, huh?” Sally laughed as I moved my hands up and down her belly one day, on a small bench near the local pond. I just laughed in response as Sally gave me another peck. “My mom’s been pregnant most of my life, so I always admired the baby bump and wanted one for myself. Though…I can’t say this one happened under the best circumstances.”
“Well, you look great with it,” I smiled, kissing her on the neck and moving my hands up, retreating as they neared her breasts.
“You don’t have to be shy,” Sally murmured, putting one hand over mine and sliding it further up her belly. My fingertips were pressed against her breast. “You’ve been patient and I want to feel you here.”
“O-okay,” I nodded, pressing my hands against her breasts as I settled my grip. Sally’s chest was big when I first saw her from my window, but as her pregnancy grew, so did her bosom. And speaking of her belly, by this point, three months had passed since I first laid eyes on Sally but she looked like she was ready to give birth to twins.
“C’mon, what do you want, Matt?” Sally sighed, kissing me on the cheek. “I appreciate you letting me lead, but a relationship is co-operative.”
I gulped. “C-can you run your hands through my hair?” Sally raised an eyebrow and gave me a little smile. “You do it ever now and then and it f-feels nice, but you don’t do it a lot.”
Sally already had her fingers moving across my head, teasing every lock slowly as we continued to kiss, her belly pressing against my erection.
When we got back to her house, Sally turned back to me on her steps, smiling. “Why don’t you come inside? It’s hot out and getting you a drink is the least I can do after you’ve taken all this time walking me around.”
I looked around nervously, reading her expression. Sally nodded quickly and I followed her inside. She handed me a can of orange soda and winked.
“My mom’s bad habit,” she giggled. “Oof, I’m so sweaty, this top is almost see-through.” I blushed, drinking the soda quickly to not say anything. The outline of her growing belly and breasts was even more apparent thanks to the sweat and the thin fabric also showed off her nipples and popped-out navel. “I’m going to go change quickly.”
I wandered into the living room as she waddled up the stairs, nearly falling back when I saw Margaret there in nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. Her belly, or some of it at least, was glistening as she caked more cocoa butter into her hands.
“Have a good walk?” Margaret said, looking over at me. The more I walked with Sally, the more comfortable Sally’s mom seemed to be. “It’s hot out there.”
“Y-yes, it was,” I gulped. Margaret was a full nine months pregnant with quintuplets and her bare belly was totally out for me to see. Even counting what I could find on the internet, this was the biggest pregnant belly I’d ever seen.
“What’s the point of giving me this complementary cream if I can’t reach all of my stomach to rub it in?” Margaret groaned, looking over at me. “Matthew, would you please help me rub this on?”
“S-sure,” I said, feeling light-headed as I sat near Sally’s mom. I took some of the cream and started rubbing her belly. I didn’t hold back at all, touching and feeling every inch I could.
“What’s this?” Sally said, standing on the other side of Margaret’s belly, hands on her hips. “You’re giving him my chores now?”
“He wanted to help,” Margaret said slowly, looking up at her pregnant daughter. “And you weren’t exactly here.”
“Well I’m here now,” Sally said, slowly leaning down and taking a big dollop of cocoa butter. It was unreal: my pregnant girlfriend and I were both rubbing belly cream on the swollen stomach of her super-pregnant mother, who Sally clearly got her looks from.
Every moment of it was electric: the smoothness and warmth of Margaret’s big, tight belly. The sensation of feeling my hands slope around her curves. Getting the occasional kick or bump against my palm and fingers. And every now and then, Sally and I would touch hands, letting our fingers intertwine for a moment before going back to greasing up Margaret. When it was all finished and I made it back home, I had to collapse on my bed, replaying the event over and over in my head to make sure I’d never forget it.
A week later, I was home alone while my parents were both out at some kind of party related to my dad’s job. I checked the window, but there was no sign of Sally. So while I was goofing off on the internet, the house’s phone rang. I headed down to the kitchen and picked up. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Margaret from next door,” Margaret said on the other end. “Is Matt home?”
“This is Matt,” I said. “H-hi, Ms. Hendricks.”
I could hear Margaret clear her throat. “O-oh, hello. Um, would you mind coming over, please? I need a hand.”
“Sure thing,” I said, going over to Sally’s house as quickly as I could. Margaret opened the door and I headed inside. When I turned around and saw her, none of the mental preparation I’d made was enough.
In stark contrast to nearly every other time I’d seen her, Margaret was wearing much tighter, more revealing clothing. As a top, she had on a pink tracksuit that clung to her for dear life. Half of her pregnant belly was totally exposed and her zipper was undone enough to give me a good look at her cleavage. Margaret also had on black yoga pants that were tight enough to let me see her wide, round hips and give me a good idea of what her ass must look like.
“S-so…what’s up?” I stammered, forcing a smile. “Sally doesn’t want to go for a night-time walk, does she?”
“Sally’s not here,” Margaret said, walking closer to me. “A friend of hers from high school is getting married. Us Southern ladies get hitched early. My sister is with her, just to keep an eye on.”
“O-oh,” I said, nodding. “I guess she didn’t-”
“Tell you?” Margaret said, cutting me off. “I know, you’re surprised. It seems like someone you’re dating would tell you that kind of thing. But she’s not too used to having a boyfriend, despite what her belly would tell you.”
“How do you…” I said as Margaret pressed her belly against me.
“I can tell,” she said, stroking the bare underside of her belly. “You like her and I’m guessing she likes you too.” Margaret moved one hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair away. “Which must mean you like pregnant women.”
My face was bright red. I felt like I was making some kind of sound, but I can’t be sure.
“I let you rub my belly as a test and you did very well,” Margaret said. “Sally made her mistake and can’t have predators like you around her. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” She took my hand and rested it against her belly. “But as for me…I haven’t had a man for years now. The belly turns most of them off.”
“N-not me,” I gulped. Margaret turned her eyes to me, a hungry smile spreading.
“But not you,” she nodded. “I don’t want you hurting my daughter but…you can’t hurt me. What do you say?”
As I opened my mouth, Margaret undid the zipper on her tracksuit, dropping it to the floor. She was totally naked underneath, letting me see my first pair of bare breasts that weren’t on a screen. They were bigger than Sally’s, it seemed, with large, dark nipples and errant blue veins. Margaret’s breasts rested on top of her belly, still as smooth and spotless as when I oiled it up.
“Let’s go to the couch,” Margaret purred, taking my hand and walking to the other side of the living room. “It’s been a fantasy of mine since moving into this new place.”
As I walked with her, I could see her plump butt, plus the words written across them on the yoga pants.
“Breeder?” I said out loud. Both Margaret and I blushed.
“T-the surrogacy company gave them to me,” she said. “They think it’s cute. But I don’t have much choice in clothing when I’m this big.” She spanked herself for emphasis. “Now come on, Matt. Into my bosom.”
She sat down on the couch, arms open. I sat down and slowly rested against her belly, feeling her hold against me.
“I-I don’t know about this,” I said slowly.
“Shh,” Margaret said. “Don’t worry. You’re in the embrace of a woman who’s so pregnant, I’ll go into labor if I so much as sneeze. This must be some kind of dream for you.”
“But Sally-”
“Sally needs someone who deserves her,” Margaret said. “You’re nice enough, but she’s more delicate than you think.” She began to slide down her tight pants, moving her hand to my lap. “Now, you ever done this before?”
“N-no,” I admitted, face bright red.
“Hell of a way to lose your virginity,” Margaret laughed. “Now come on, I’m getting a little hot myself. Best to go right away and-”
“I’m not doing this!” I finally yelled, moving standing up. “I-I don’t know what you think, but I love Sally a-and she loves me! And I can’t think of any worse betrayal than…than fucking her mom!”
Margaret looked up at me, her eyes big and round. “Matt…”
“I-I’m sorry, Ms. Hendricks. I understand why you would be protective of your daughter, but I’m not like the guy who got her pregnant. I like her and care about her and I like her for more than her looks and definitely more than her belly,” I continued to say, feeling courage well up inside me.
“Matt…”
“If that’s not enough for you…t-then fine, keep us apart as long as you can. But we’ll find a way to stay together and I’m not just going to throw it away on sex with someone else, let alone you!”
“Matt!” Margaret yelled, cutting me off. I looked and saw a small damp patch on the couch between her legs. “My water broke.”
“Oh,” I said. “Um, d-do we call an-”
“I’m not getting in an ambulance,” Margaret said, slowly standing up, letting out long breaths. “Can you drive?”
“I only have a learner’s permit,” I stammered. Why did I have to wait so long to take my driver’s ed classes? “I can only drive with a parent and I can’t drive at night.”
“If we get pulled over, I think they’ll make an exception,” Margaret groaned, clutching her belly. It was clearly tightening up. “Hand me my top and let’s go.”
I stood outside the maternity ward, pacing back and forth, when Sally waddled over to me quickly, hugging me closely.
“Hey, hey,” I said, patting her on the back. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine.”
“I’m hugging you to say thank you, dummy,” Sally said with an exhausted laugh. “You were there for my mom when I couldn’t be.”
“It wasn’t much,” I blushed. “Just a drive.”
“As someone who’s had to help her deliver quadruplets in the backseat, I can tell you a drive can be more treacherous than it sounds,” Sally sighed. “Can we go in to see her?”
I nodded. “I was just waiting for you. I figured you should be the first one to see her, between you and I.”
“You’re coming too,” Sally said, grabbing my wrist as she went into the ward. Margaret was resting in a bed, the giant ball in her middle now conspicuously absent. “Hi mama! Doing okay?”
“Oh yes,” Margaret smiled, still a little weak. “I’ve done this plenty of times. Those babies must have thought they were going down a water slide when I birthed them.” The imagery made me furrow my brow, but I decided it was better not to picture it too much.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Sally said, winking. “Maybe sneak in an orange soda?”
“Please,” Margaret smiled as Sally waddled back out to the lobby. Before I could follow, Margaret grabbed my arm. “Matt, wait.”
“Ms. Hendricks, I-”
“Just call me Margaret,” she sighed. “And I just want to tell you…you deserve my daughter. I think you’ll do good together.”
“Thank you, M-Margaret,” I smiled, nodding.
“Don’t go thinking you’re some Prince Charming, rescuing her, though” Margaret said. “You treat her with respect. As a professionally pregnant woman, I can tell you we don’t like being pandered to.”
“W-wouldn’t think of it,” I chuckled, our eyes turning to Sally as she came waddling back in, her belly bigger than most of the women in the maternity ward. “If it came down to it, I have a feeling she’d be more likely to save me anyway.”
“True,” Margaret nodded. “You can be a bit of a dweeb.”
A few weeks later, it was my last weekend before school started again. Since Margaret eased up, I was finally in the bedroom I’d been watching all summer, lying with Sally in my arms.
“How do you feel about going back?” she smiled, knowing how much I hated the question.
“I wasn’t so sure before,” I said. “But now…well, I have a target college in mind that I’m really working toward.”
“Yeah?” Sally said, rolling her eyes. “It wouldn’t happen to be the same college that let one Sally Hendricks sneak in-and-out to hide her swelling belly, would it?”
“The very same,” I laughed, nuzzling her nose. “It’s nice having an incentive for studying.”
“He’s growing up,” Sally giggled, kissing me just above my lip. “I’ve got a back to school present for you, to go along with this new step.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, my eyes lighting up. Sally nodded and began to remove her shirt and my cool intrigue immediately turned to nervous excitement. “O-oh.”
Sally smiled and nodded as she squirmed on the bed, getting completely naked. “I think you’re ready and I’m just ripe enough,” she laughed, rubbing her watermelon-sized belly.
“Ripe?” I smiled nervously. “You’ve still got a few months to go, by my count.”
“Don’t remind me,” Sally scoffed. “It’s already so heavy. I didn’t think that out when I fantasized about a belly of my own.” Her eyes turned to meet mine. “Promise to come over and massage me to make this a little more bearable.”
“Promise,” I nodded. “Every chance I get.”
“Good,” Sally smiled, teasing her pubic hair with one hand. “Now c’mon. Let’s do this.”
That wasn’t an altogether terrible thought. I was looking forward to having some independence and getting away from this boring suburb. I just knew college would mean more and more work, compared to what I was doing now. School was easy, but dull. Everything around here seemed to be dull.
Then it hit me. How am I supposed to have fun during the summer? There’s nothing to do! I groaned and covered my face, running my hands through my hair.
“Oh well,” I sighed, walking over to my computer. “At least it won’t be stressful.” Another summer of reading and surfing the web. Non-stop fun.
I don’t know why I expected college to be better. But in my imagination, I figured there’d be more things to do on campus and in the surrounding town. I’d probably have access to some smarter, more adventurous friends. I was only really friends with other guys at my school because, well, when you spend five days a week with someone, you’re bound to make some sort of connection.
The few friends I did have at school also said there was a better selection of girls at college, but I don’t know what good that would do me. I wasn’t exactly landing any steady girlfriends now, so I didn’t know how college would help that.
“Matt?” my dad said, knocking on my door. “Dinner.”
I gulped and put my computer to sleep. I was glad he only knocked. Had he come inside, he would have seen the various pictures of bikini-wearing pregnant women on my screen. It was a bad habit of mine…not the “looking at sexy pregnant women” part. The “being sloppy with my pregnant gawking” thing. It was a miracle I hadn’t been discovered yet.
Yes, I’m turned on by pregnant women. I won’t try and act like I’ve got some weird thing where a supermodel with no baby-filled belly doesn’t attract me. I find…what’s the best way to put this…non-pregnant women? Regular women? Barren women? None of those feel right.
Anyway, a woman doesn’t have to be pregnant to be attractive to me. That would be crazy. But take a woman who I’d normally not find good-looking a big belly and I’m all about her. Take a cute or sexy woman and make her a mom-to-be and I turn into a full on cartoon wolf with my eyes popping out of my sockets and my tongue rolling out like a red carpet. On the inside, of course. If anyone knew I liked pregnant women, I think I’d die of embarrassment, so I’ve tried to hide it. But I’m not as careful as I should be.
The first dinner of summer break feels amazing. The comfort of knowing you can have this big meal, then have the rest of the night to you and there is absolutely no guilt or concern about getting a head start on the next week’s homework. Sure, there’s “summer reading,” but reading is easy. Before I go to bed, I’ll knock out a few chapters.
“Excited?” my dad said, passing me a bowl filled with corn on the cob. I took a piece and gave a little smile.
“Yeah, it’s always nice to have a long break,” I said. “Plus, that week-long retreat was pretty rough.”
“I heard it was badly run from the other parents,” my mom said with a chuckle. “Your classmates complain more than you. I’m always having to pry news out of you.”
I shrug and keep eating. Since it was the last week before our last year, my high school had the great idea that we’d go for a week retreat in the woods to “get to know one another.” Here’s a summary: ticks, not enough tents, students smuggling alcohol, week, and coke, and four days of heavy rain. Now you understand why I collapsed on my bed.
“Well things changed some while you were gone,” my mom said. “The house next door finally got moved into.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. The house to the left of us, despite being pretty much identical to the other houses in the neighborhood, hadn’t been sold for years, but out of the blue, someone finally took it. I never saw them, but it sounded like they were here now. “Did you meet them?”
“I waved to them as they walked inside,” my mom said with a weird smile. “It’s a mother and her daughter, ‘The Hendricks.’ The mother gave a quick hello and went inside. Not a very talkative pair.”
“Did you mention how-” my dad began, a grin on his face before my mom frowned and gave him a light smack on the arm.
“John, don’t be rude,” she scolded. “It’s nothing,” she said, turning to me. “Eat up. You’ve got lots of pieces of mashed potato on your place you didn’t get.”
Back upstairs, I clicked through a puzzle game online. It was always a good pairing if I wanted to listen to music. I couldn’t just do one or the other. I think this is why old people hate my generation? Not sure. We have a bevy of other faults.
As I’m staring at the screen, scratching my head thinking about how to proceed, I spy movement outside my window. I’m on the second of two floors and my window faces the window of the house adjacent to me. This had always been vacant with the blinds drawn, but it looked like one of the new family members was now there, and with newly-installed curtains open.
My mom said there was a mother and daughter pair and my guess was this was the daughter. Our houses were close enough that I could get a pretty good look and I was thankful for that. She was gorgeous. Wonderful, long blonde hair. Skin so soft and smooth I could feel myself ache to hold her from across the yard. She was tall and very curvy, but as I moved my eyes along her body, that’s when things changed.
She took off her shirt, revealing a half-tank top underneath, and looked into what looked like a full body mirror. Then she started rubbing her stomach, gently caressing what looked like a tight, flat abdomen to me. There might have even been some muscle to it. But despite how fit she looked to me, the neighbor girl rubbed and rubbed her middle, scrutinizing every inch.
I didn’t know if she was insecure or what, but I enjoyed the view. In just her tanktop, the size and shape of her chest was more accentuated. Watching her gaze at herself in the mirror, hand on her bare skin was hot, but maybe liking pregnancy also made me like bare bellies of any size. All in all, my new neighbor was a knockout and I was incredibly luck to get a view of her.
After a few minutes, her shoulders rose and feel with a sigh. She took her phone, snapped a picture of herself in the mirror, then retired to her own computer. I drew my own curtains, not wanting to risk discovery. Besides, if she happened to look across the yard into my window and see me looking at photos of pregnant women, I don’t know how I could go on.
I expected seeing my neighbor admire her half-naked (one-quarter naked?) body in her mirror would be a one-time lucky event in my early life. But to my pleasant surprise, every night, she would be in her room, shirt off, rubbing her stomach in the mirror. Sometimes she would have on a tank-top, but twice, she just had on a bra underneath, giving me my best looks at her ample cleavage.
The first time I saw her look at herself in the mirror, she looked upset and disappointed. But as the week went on, her smile was growing and growing. It didn’t click with me, but halfway through the week, I noticed that she looked bigger and bigger. Rounder, too. But only around her stomach. It was tight and she wasn’t putting on weight or fat anywhere else I could tell.
By Friday, a full week since I first saw her, it was obvious. Her stomach had turned into a full, sloped potbelly and she was running her hand over it with great care and attention. I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before.
She was pregnant.
When the weight of my discovery hit me — a very attractive woman (she looked a few years older than me) was living next door, her bedroom within visual range of mine, was pregnant and caressing her bare belly every night — I knew I couldn’t treat this lightly. Obviously, watching her nightly ritual would have to be a nightly ritual of my own. For someone who loves the pregnant body as much as I do, this was a dream come true.
But I had to set up some ground rules for myself. I felt creepy enough when I didn’t know she was pregnant, but now things had a more serious propensity to turn bad. And if I knew I creeped out a pregnant woman, I’d feel terrible. I didn’t just like looking at them. I…liked them as people.
The rules I established were:
- No masturbating while watching
- No videotaping or photographing her
- If she started to strip down to her underwear (tight athletic shorts not counted) or completely remove her top, I would avert my eyes and close the blind
- No attempts to contact her or find her Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/etc. accounts
Rule #4 felt a little excessive, but I decided to push things more than usual. I was already basically invading her privacy enough, so why go any further? This system made me feel alright morally and ethically, so I continued to watch my pregnant neighbor stroke her bare belly every night guilt-free. Well, mostly guilt-free.
To my delight, and seemingly hers as well, the bigger she got, the more time she would spend rubbing her belly. And boy did she get big. After two weeks, she looked eight months pregnant, easily. I couldn’t believe it.
“Has to be multiples,” I muttered to myself, leaning in as she began applying cocoa butter to her roundness. “Medicine’s allowing women to carry octuplets to full term nowadays, after all.” I was growing up in a great time to be an admirer of pregnant women…hypothetically. Advances in genetics and fertility treatments were making large pregnancies more and more common. Triplets were the new twins and they were lasting just as long. I say “hypothetically” because none of these super-sized women seemed to be posting photos or videos online and no pregnant women in my town were keen on showing off their curves, even if they were only having one baby. Some things don’t change.
Not to give too much of a history lesson, but a few decades of war, disease, combined with a boost in space exploration and colonization in the new era of global peace, made efforts to raise birth rates a big priority and boy, did they ever.
With my neighbor, I could only speculate as she got bigger, rounder, more maternal. But I wouldn’t have to stick with guessing for long. Exactly two weeks and one day since my nightly episodes of watching my neighbor stroke her growing bulge, I was enjoying the view, sitting in my usual space at night.
She had started “modeling” in front of her mirror, looking at herself at different angles. This let me see her belly in different ways as well. Getting a view from the side was great. I could see just how big she was getting around. But a front and center look at her pregnant stomach was great as well. It gave her a cute look, hard to put into words. And from behind, amazingly, she didn’t look pregnant at all. Well, except from that position, I could tell that her ass had inflated along with her stomach. Her chest too, for good measure, but from my vantage point, her belly got the most attention.
Then, as I was watching, alarms started going off in my house. I looked around frantically, not sure what was going on.
“Sorry!” I heard my dad yell from down the hall. “Trying to change fire alarm batteries. It makes the sound kind of weird.”
“O-okay,” I said, face pale. I wasn’t panicked because of the alarm. My eyes looking right into my neighbor’s, who was looking directly at me. The alarm was louder than I thought.
I was frozen, unsure how to act. If I just ran away, it would way too obvious that I was watching my pregnant neighbor stroke her belly in her shorts and tank-top. If I kept staring, that would be even weirder. Could I manage to play it off as a casual look. Like “hey weird alarm, right? That’s why I was looking out the window into your bedroom: complete shock and delirium from a loud noise. No other reason.”
She ended up making the first move. She held up one finger and walked…well, waddled over to her desk and started writing something. I waited patiently, not wanting to walk out now. I hoped and hoped my parents didn’t come into the room.
Then, she put the paper she’d been writing on against the window. Written in big, thick pen was a phone number. In dismay, I looked from the number back at her. She was smiling, maybe even laughing a bit, and nodded. I couldn’t hear anything she was saying, but I felt in my heart what she was trying to convey: “It’s alright. Call it.”
I taped the numbers out on my own cell phone, feeling myself get a little queasy. What if this was it? The moment my secret fetish gets out and half the world either laughs at me or shuns me as a freak. But I wasn’t thinking with my head and I hit “call.”
I could see her raise her own phone to her ear and her words reached me from across our shared yard. “Hi there.”
“H-hi,” I said back. She had a sweet voice. It was a little low and had a twinge of a Southern accent in it. Nothing about her tone sounded angry. Stupidly, I spoke again before she did. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
She laughed, taking in quick breaths to try and stifle it. “Thanks. So…what’s your name, guy?”
“Matt,” I said.
“Matt,” she repeated back, testing the sound of it in her mouth. “Now I want to be clear about this: I’m going to ask you a question, and trust me, I won’t be mad or upset as long as you’re honest. Okay?”
My stomach was full of rocks. “Okay.”
“Were you watching me rub my belly in the mirror?”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.”
She laughed back. “Thought so.” A short pause. “How long have you been doing it?”
“A-about two weeks,” I said, my laugh gone. I feared the worst but I couldn’t stop answering her questions. Besides, as she was talking to me, she was looking directly at me through her mirror. I had my best look at her sexy, pregnant body full-frontal yet.
“I had a feeling,” she sighed, resting one hand on her bulge. “Now, last question…and I don’t know exactly how to put this: how do you feel about pregnancy?”
There it was. Somehow, the question I was the most frightened of. Even more than “have you been watching me undress and pose in my mirror every night?” But I couldn’t bring myself to be anything other than honest with her. “I’ve always found pregnancy really fascinating a-and…I think pregnant women are incredibly attractive.”
Another sigh and a laugh from her. “Is that right?” She turned to the side and ran her hand up and down her belly. “So I look good to you?”
I felt my cheeks get red. “I-I’m sure you looked good before you got pregnant too.”
She laughed her loudest, her smile huge and wide. “Alright, alright, you’re cool Matt. My name’s Sally. Nice to meet you.”
What was going on? I was…in the clear? “Nice to meet you too…s-sorry about-”
“Hey, it’s fine,” Sally said. “If I was in your shoes, I’d have done the same thing. If it would have made me feel violated, I would have closed my blinds and moved to a different part of my bedroom the first time I felt watched. And after chatting with you a little bit…” Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she smiled. “I don’t think you’re a creep.”
“W-well that’s good,” I laughed.
“You’re just a goof,” she continued. “But I don’t mind that.”
“Better to be a goof than a creep,” I said, feeling a little more natural until Sally cocked her head.
“I dunno if I’d go that far,” she said with a skeptical tone. “But anyway, tell me about you. I can’t really tell how old you are so I don’t know what you’re life’s like. School? Working? What?”
“High school senior…or rising-senior, home for summer,” I said. “You?”
“College student,” she sighed, looking down at her bare belly. “I’m taking my next semester off until my belly pops, but I guess that’s still my ‘job title.’”
“H-how far along are you?” I asked, my guts immediately knotting up. Things were rocky enough as they were and that might not have been the best question to ask.
“I think I’m technically in month #2, but I don’t know quite how these things work,” Sally chuckled. “I know I look like I’m about due, right?” I couldn’t stop saying “uh” in response so she gave another little laugh and continued on. “I’ve got sextuplets, so I’ll be a fast grower.”
Sextuplets. I felt my knees get weak. If things still worked out, I’d get a front row seat to the biggest pregnant belly I’d ever seen in person…and likely bare.
“Are you…nervous?” I said.
“Nah, clean bill of health so far,” Sally grunted, rubbing the side of her belly. “Plus I have a good family track record of these big pregnancies going well.” She let out a sigh and turned her attention back to me. “You don’t mind talking to me like this, do you? I’m stuck in the house pretty much all day with not much to do but measure my stomach size.”
“N-no, I’m happy to talk to you. You seem…cool,” I said. I wasn’t just bullshitting to let myself continue talking to this gorgeous pregnant woman. Sally genuinely seemed laidback and cool. “And measuring a pregnant belly doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend a day.”
She let out another big laugh. “Easy now,” she said. “So…you’ve got to have more hobbies than watching pregnant women through the window. What are you into?”
“I don’t know if these count as hobbies,” I said, trying to think of the best way to respond. “I like to read and listen to music, but who doesn’t, right?”
“Matt?” my dad’s voice said. “Who are you talking to?” I could hear his footsteps getting closer to the door.
“J-Just Darren, Dad,” I said, feeling my face lose color. “He wanted to know if I want to see some summer movies with him tomorrow.” I turned to see Sally with a smile on her face. I shot her a pained expression.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said, closing her curtains just as my dad walked in.
“Are you going?” he asked.
“Probably not,” I said, still shaking a bit. “Nothing that good is out.”
“You feel okay?” my dad said, adjusting his glasses. “You look kind of pale.”
“The smoke alarm just got me on edge,” I said with a smile. “I’ve never been very good with sudden loud noises.”
“Just like my sister,” he sighed, rolling his eyes as he left the room. “Let me know if you plan on going to the movies. You always change your summer plans around without letting either of us know.”
“You’ve got it, Dad,” I said as he closed the door behind him. I looked down at my phone in disbelief. She said she’d talk to me tomorrow. Did that mean this was going to continue?
Sure enough, the following night, Sally walked into her bedroom and waved from the window. My phone buzzed and she was on the other end. “Hiya, Matt.”
“Hi, Sally,” I said with a little laugh. “How’s it going?”
“Ugh,” she shrugged, putting one hand on her belly. She still had a blouse on covering everything up, but it was light enough that her size was still clear. “Just bored.”
“What do you do most of the day?” I asked. “I never see you in your room most of the day.”
“You look for me all day, huh?” she smirked. I blushed and felt my heart race, but Sally just laughed. “Don’t worry. You scare easy.”
“I-I guess that came off pretty bad,” I said. I felt like bringing up my “rules” for watching her across the way, but another part of my brain told me that would be a very bad idea.
“But yeah, I don’t do much,” Sally replied. “Helping my mom out around the house takes up most of my time. Then add in some summer courses online to keep me enrolled and my day’s occupied.”
“That sounds dull,” I said with a sympathetic smile. “You don’t to get out of the house?”
Sally gave a bitter laugh at that. “Even if I had the time, I wouldn’t be able to get out of the house.” She patted her belly, settling her hand and giving it a light rub. “My mom was super pissed when my pee test came up positive and I’m on lock-down.”
“Lock-down?”
Sally nodded, rolling her eyes. “You know that dumb line in Juno where she said her parents don’t care what she does since she’s already pregnant? Bull. Shit. My mom’s never been more protective or guarding of her daughter. I feel like Rapunzel in here.”
I paused, not having anything good to say. “I’ve been pretty bored this summer too…it’s nice to have someone else to talk to.”
“That’s true,” Sally smiled. “So…how was your day?”
I talked about the mundane things I did, but after bringing up the time I spent listening to music, Sally and I started to share more than just our days. We talked about our hobbies. We both liked music and reading, just like anyone. I was more into watching and thinking about movies while Sally got very passionate about video games.
“There’s so many ways to tell a story and seeing it through your own eyes, you know, really experiencing it for yourself can be so compelling,” Sally said, her eyes lighting up. “There’s a lot of amazing art you can find on the indie game circuit.”
“I just like shoot zombies every now and then,” I said sheepishly.
Sally laughed, her nose wrinkling. “Well yeah, that’s good every now and then too.” As our chuckles died down, Sally’s smile curled a little. She reached her hands to the waist of her blouse and pulled it off, resting one hand on her bare belly.
“Uh…um,” I managed to get out. Sally put her phone back to her ear and gave another small laugh.
“Did you think I would stop this just because you’re here? I still like to have some time to look at my belly. You only get to be pregnant for so long, so it’s important to appreciate it while it’s here,” Sally smiled, turning to her mirror, popping her hip slowly to look at her belly from a few different angles.
“You…don’t mind me watching?” I said, astonished.
“Nah,” Sally smiled. “It’s just my belly and you’re a good sport, entertaining me like this.” She looked back over at me. “Besides, it’s nice to know someone else thinks I look good pregnant.”
I gulped. “I-I’m sure I’m not the only one.”
Sally rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too mushy on me. Trust me: plenty of people, men and women, think preggos are gross. Maybe you’re living in a bubble.”
“I’m not,” I sighed. “Honestly, I worry a lot about people finding out.”
“You mean I’m the first person you ever told about it?” Sally said with surprise, turning all the way back to face me. “It must have been eating you up inside.”
“Not too badly,” I laughed. “But I guess I picked the right person to tell.”
“Couldn’t have done better,” Sally winked, rubbing both hands on the front of her belly. “So, what do you think? Have I gotten bigger?”
I couldn’t tell if Sally was teasing me or not. I felt my face get hot and tight. “Um…it’s kind of hard to tell from this far away.”
“I feel bigger,” Sally said, patting one hand on top of her round orb. “Guess that’s to be expected with this many inside me. Plus the doctor said the way they’re measuring, she wouldn’t be surprised if they weigh over eight pounds each.”
I started to tremble. “M-modern medicine’s something, huh?”
“I’ll say,” Sally said quietly, looking at her belly as she rubbed. “No kicking yet. I’m really looking forward to that. I’ve felt my mom’s stomach when it happens, but I have no idea what it’ll be like for me.”
“You have siblings?” I said. “I thought it was just you and your mom in there.”
I could barely make out some background noise as Sally turned behind her and I could see her yelling back. “Speak of the devil,” she groaned. “I gotta go.”
“W-wait,” I said with a bit too much enthusiasm. “Will we talk tomorrow?”
Sally laughed. “Aw, you’d miss me?” There was another exchange of yelling I couldn’t hear. “Of course, dude. See you.” Sally hung up her phone and closed her blinds, the light going off shortly after. I fell back into my chair and let out a long sigh. This summer would really be one to remember.
Another fantastic week went by, where every night, Sally and I would talk over the phone. We touched briefly on our personal lives, but I mostly held off because Sally seemed touchy on the subject. All I got out of her was that she was an English major in college. Then about midway through her second semester, she had sex after a party and the guy didn’t have his condom on quite as tightly as he thought. Jump to three months later and I was watching her rub her swelling pregnant belly with glee as we talked.
A nice change of pace during the week was Sally started to text me. It wasn’t much, but every now and then I’d get something like <vacuuming is hard with a belly
> or <hows things in the outside world>. I’d text back, but I usually had to wait until that night to talk it over. Her life was busier than I thought.“Never?” Sally said in dismay one night. She had on an especially baggy grey shirt, rolled up to let her belly stick out. “Not even an aunt or a cousin when you were little?”
“Nope,” I shrugged. “No belly-touching experience for this guy.”
“That must be killing you,” she laughed, rubbing the front of her belly playfully. “If you ever get a shot, let me give you some advice: use your fingertips first. It’s tempting to just place your palm on the bump, but trust me on this one. Plus, if you do that, she’ll be more comfortable with you and let you get more surface area.”
“Will do,” I smiled back, cheeks burning. If I ever got to touch Sally’s belly, I doubt I’d want to be that conservative.
Sally pressed one hand into her back and groaned, stretching out her belly. She paced around her room, letting me see her belly from a few different angles. “I hate being cooped up in this house so much.”
“The weather hasn’t been that great,” I said. “You’re not missing much.”
She just scoffed. “Easy for you to say, Matt. You get to pick and choose when you go out. I can’t be that picky.”
I gulped. I wasn’t a fan of Sally’s restriction either. I wanted to talk to her more in person than this. Now I had my first chance to talk about whittling down the wall. “Can’t you get your mom to walk with you if she’s so protective?”
Sally scoffed again. “Trust me, my mom’s not going on any walks, especially not with me.” Then she paused and looked over at me. “But…I might have another idea.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“But I don’t want to get your hopes up,” Sally smiled, flashing me a wink. “If it works out, I’ll let you know. For now, I want to try out a new belly butter. Let me know what you think.”
The next day, as I was sitting around the house, I saw my mom walk around the kitchen on the phone, an inquisitive look on her face.
“Uh huh,” she said, nodding. “Uh huh. Well…” she turned to look at me, then brought her attention back to the phone. “My son isn’t doing anything…good.” She paused again and gave a little laugh. “No, I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ll call her now.”
I saw my mom look at me and laugh again as she hung up the phone and flipped through the book of contacts on a nearby shelf. She taped out a new number and put the phone to her ear.
As she began talking, I got a text from Sally. <good news> I didn’t know quite what was going on, but I suspected it had something to do with my mom’s phone call. I crept closer to the kitchen to eavesdrop better.
“Yes, she thought I should get your permission first…I understand…no, Matt’s a wonderful boy. Okay…well, I’ll send him over then. Thank you, Margaret.” My mom hung up the phone and looked over at me. “Have anywhere you need to go soon?”
“No,” I said.
“Good, because you’re going for a walk. Margaret, our new neighbor, said her daughter wants to go for a walk but wants someone to go with her and I volunteered you.”
I tried to stay calm and not show my excitement. Sally found a way out, even if it was just for one afternoon. “Okay,” I said. “Now?”
“Now,” my mom said. “Take your phone with you. I’ll be here, so you don’t need a key.”
I nodded and headed out the door, over to Sally’s house. I rang the doorbell and waited to finally see my new friend up close. Instead, when the door opened, I was greeted by a very big belly.
I stared for a few seconds before turning my head up to see the cold, hostile expression of a woman with long brown hair. “Are you Matthew?”
“Y-yes,” I nodded. She had a few facial features in common with Sally and she was as gorgeous as her daughter. “Are you Margaret?”
“Yes,” she said in a flat tone. A big, blue dress was draped over her, trying to hide her huge pregnant belly as much as possible. Despite her best efforts, Margaret was clearly carrying a big litter, with a massive bulge of round tummy in front of her. It even seemed like it was beginning to drop.
“Mom, geez,” I heard Sally say as she pressed past Margaret through the doorway. “Don’t block the door.” She turned to me and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sally.”
“M-Matt,” I said, stretching out my hand to shake her. I was just going through the motions, hoping I looked like I’d never met her. I honestly have no idea, because my brain was going crazy. Sally looked attractive enough from my window into hers, but up close, she was clearly one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Her sparkling eyes, her soft hair, her inviting chest, her full lips, her sculpted cheeks, her smooth skin. And, of course, a lovely pregnant belly.
“I’ll be back soon,” Sally said, giving Margaret a passive peck on the cheek. “Love you.”
“You too,” Margaret sighed, giving me one last sideways glance before heading back into her home. When the door closed, Sally began laughing and ruffling my hair.
“We did it!” Sally cackled. “Fresh air, sunlight, the feel of the wind!” She turned to me and smiled. “You’re taller than I thought.”
“Thanks?” I said. “You’re…um…you look great.”
Sally smiled and stretched out her arms. “I feel great too.” She rested one hand on her belly and my eyes followed, though I couldn’t help thinking about how small it looked in comparison to Margaret’s. It only took a few steps for Sally to notice. “Let me guess: questions about my mom?”
“A little bit,” I admitted.
Sally nodded and patted her belly as she talked. “After my dad left us when I was little, she took work as a professional surrogate. She’s carrying quintuplets right now. Her uterus is out of this world.” Sally looked down at her own sizable bump and let out a small chuckle. “I guess it runs in the family.”
“Is that why…” I paused, wondering if my next question was too invasive or not. But Sally turned and looked at me and all I saw in her expression was honesty. “Is that why she’s so protective of you now?”
Sally sighed, giving a little smile. “I think so. She had to be pregnant all these years to support us, so for me to ‘risk’ everything by getting pregnant on my own…” Sally just let out another little snort and shook her head, turning to me again with a new smile. “So, where should we go? I’ve never walked around this neighborhood yet. Take me around.”
“There’s a park at the end of a nearby trail,” I said. “It’s a couple of miles, if you think you can manage.”
Sally gave me a smirking look. “Oh, because I’m pregnant?”
“Well…yeah,” I laughed.
“I’ll have you know I was quite the athlete in high school. And I haven’t been able to go on a walk in a long time,” Sally said, elbowing me. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me, okay?”
So we walked and talked, like old friends, but being able to look the other person in the eye made things much better than when we talked on the phone. And like she said, Sally made it all the way to the park without any sign of a sweat. I couldn’t boast the same.
“Bench?” Sally said, pointing to a wooden seat. It faced a pond and had trees all around. I nodded and sat down with her, waiting for her to rest her hand against her belly and take a deep breath as she settled down.
“Does it feel good to be outside?” I smiled. She nodded and rubbed her belly slowly. “Sorry the weather’s not very summery for your first big walk.”
“It’s fine,” Sally said quietly, turning to me. “Here, give me your right hand.”
I did as I was told and Sally moved my hand to her mid-torso, my fingertips millimeters away from her breast. Then she took my other hand and rested it against her belly.
“I-I thought you said fingertips only,” I said, hovering my hand over her belly.
“Only if you don’t know the other woman very well,” Sally smiled, placing her hand over mine and pressing against her stomach. “It’s okay.”
She rubbed my hand against her belly slowly. It was so tight and warm, nothing like I’d expected. “I-It’s nice,” I stammered out.
“Yeah, it is,” Sally said, cuddling against me. “Now if someone walks by, it’ll look like it’s our babies.”
“I-Is that what you want?” I gulped.
Sally let out a little sigh. “If they were yours…I think I’d be happier.” She turned to look me in the eye, her lips slightly pursed. “You’re still here, aren’t you?” Sally moved her head toward my shoulder, looking up at me. “Plus, I like you a lot more than him.”
I shivered and moved a hand toward Sally’s face when I heard a loud scoff from in front of us. We turned to see a middle-aged woman with her hands on her hips, glaring at us. “Show a little decency. It’s bad enough getting pregnant at your ages, but showing it off like that?”
My face turned pale and my throat got dry, but I still opened my mouth to respond. “Lady, you’re just jealous because she looks better with a belly and morning sickness than you probably ever have or ever will. Now leave us alone.”
As the woman shook her head and walked away, I turned to see Sally gripping my shirt, face against my chest.
“S-Sally?” I said, putting one hand on her head. As she pulled back, I could see that she was laughing, tears beginning to come out of the corners of her eyes, her face bright red as she tried to hold back as much as she could.
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered. “B-but when you yell, your voice gets so high-pitched and your choice of words…” Sally finally laughed out loud, hugging me tightly. But in the midst of her laughter, she still managed to get out a “thank you.”
It wasn’t long after that incident that Sally and I headed back to her house. She made it clear Margaret kept her on a short leash and this walk was pushing it anyway.
“If I’m not back soon, I’ll jeopardize any chance I have to go outside of my little tower,” Sally smiled, stopping me on the corner. “Or to talk to you without a phone.”
“I’m glad you got the chance. Getting this kind of air and exercise is probably good for you and the…you know,” I said, looking down at her belly.
Instantly, Sally caught my chin and brought my head back up. “Easy, Matt. When you’re in your room, it’s easier to stare at my belly and get away with it. But when I’m next to you, it’s a little clearer. Eyes are up here.”
“R-right, sorry,” I blushed, her fingers squeezing my cheeks. “So why did we stop here?”
“Because once we turn the corner, my mom can see us again,” Sally said. “And then, I can’t do this.” And with that, Sally leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her belly and breasts pressing against me.
It was my first kiss and I didn’t know what to expect. I’d always thought it would feel like a spark of delight, but it was a much more nuanced sensation. Her soft, wet lips moved across mine, massaging me and making me melt. Just as I moved my hands to her shoulders to try and kiss her back the best I could, Sally had broken away, her head rested against my chest.
“We’d better hurry back,” Sally said quietly. “Every minute we’re gone, the more suspicious my mom will get.”
So we went back and I returned Sally to her prison across from my own home. I hurried back inside, heading for my bedroom.
“That was nice of you,” I heard my mom say as I got to my room and closed the door. I threw open my curtains and looked over to Sally’s window. But like every morning and afternoon before, she wasn’t there. I sighed and fell back into my chair. I’d have to learn to be patient, but as I touched one finger to my lips, I knew patience would be a lot harder now.
Sally and I got to see each other pretty regularly after that walk. Once every few days, at least. We’d usually go around the park or to a nearby pond, strolling around and talking. Then we’d find a secluded enough place and make out. With each outing, Sally and I spent longer fooling around. She showed me how to French kiss and I got handsier, though I still kept my hands more centered on her belly than her butt and especially her chest.
“You like the belly, huh?” Sally laughed as I moved my hands up and down her belly one day, on a small bench near the local pond. I just laughed in response as Sally gave me another peck. “My mom’s been pregnant most of my life, so I always admired the baby bump and wanted one for myself. Though…I can’t say this one happened under the best circumstances.”
“Well, you look great with it,” I smiled, kissing her on the neck and moving my hands up, retreating as they neared her breasts.
“You don’t have to be shy,” Sally murmured, putting one hand over mine and sliding it further up her belly. My fingertips were pressed against her breast. “You’ve been patient and I want to feel you here.”
“O-okay,” I nodded, pressing my hands against her breasts as I settled my grip. Sally’s chest was big when I first saw her from my window, but as her pregnancy grew, so did her bosom. And speaking of her belly, by this point, three months had passed since I first laid eyes on Sally but she looked like she was ready to give birth to twins.
“C’mon, what do you want, Matt?” Sally sighed, kissing me on the cheek. “I appreciate you letting me lead, but a relationship is co-operative.”
I gulped. “C-can you run your hands through my hair?” Sally raised an eyebrow and gave me a little smile. “You do it ever now and then and it f-feels nice, but you don’t do it a lot.”
Sally already had her fingers moving across my head, teasing every lock slowly as we continued to kiss, her belly pressing against my erection.
When we got back to her house, Sally turned back to me on her steps, smiling. “Why don’t you come inside? It’s hot out and getting you a drink is the least I can do after you’ve taken all this time walking me around.”
I looked around nervously, reading her expression. Sally nodded quickly and I followed her inside. She handed me a can of orange soda and winked.
“My mom’s bad habit,” she giggled. “Oof, I’m so sweaty, this top is almost see-through.” I blushed, drinking the soda quickly to not say anything. The outline of her growing belly and breasts was even more apparent thanks to the sweat and the thin fabric also showed off her nipples and popped-out navel. “I’m going to go change quickly.”
I wandered into the living room as she waddled up the stairs, nearly falling back when I saw Margaret there in nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. Her belly, or some of it at least, was glistening as she caked more cocoa butter into her hands.
“Have a good walk?” Margaret said, looking over at me. The more I walked with Sally, the more comfortable Sally’s mom seemed to be. “It’s hot out there.”
“Y-yes, it was,” I gulped. Margaret was a full nine months pregnant with quintuplets and her bare belly was totally out for me to see. Even counting what I could find on the internet, this was the biggest pregnant belly I’d ever seen.
“What’s the point of giving me this complementary cream if I can’t reach all of my stomach to rub it in?” Margaret groaned, looking over at me. “Matthew, would you please help me rub this on?”
“S-sure,” I said, feeling light-headed as I sat near Sally’s mom. I took some of the cream and started rubbing her belly. I didn’t hold back at all, touching and feeling every inch I could.
“What’s this?” Sally said, standing on the other side of Margaret’s belly, hands on her hips. “You’re giving him my chores now?”
“He wanted to help,” Margaret said slowly, looking up at her pregnant daughter. “And you weren’t exactly here.”
“Well I’m here now,” Sally said, slowly leaning down and taking a big dollop of cocoa butter. It was unreal: my pregnant girlfriend and I were both rubbing belly cream on the swollen stomach of her super-pregnant mother, who Sally clearly got her looks from.
Every moment of it was electric: the smoothness and warmth of Margaret’s big, tight belly. The sensation of feeling my hands slope around her curves. Getting the occasional kick or bump against my palm and fingers. And every now and then, Sally and I would touch hands, letting our fingers intertwine for a moment before going back to greasing up Margaret. When it was all finished and I made it back home, I had to collapse on my bed, replaying the event over and over in my head to make sure I’d never forget it.
A week later, I was home alone while my parents were both out at some kind of party related to my dad’s job. I checked the window, but there was no sign of Sally. So while I was goofing off on the internet, the house’s phone rang. I headed down to the kitchen and picked up. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Margaret from next door,” Margaret said on the other end. “Is Matt home?”
“This is Matt,” I said. “H-hi, Ms. Hendricks.”
I could hear Margaret clear her throat. “O-oh, hello. Um, would you mind coming over, please? I need a hand.”
“Sure thing,” I said, going over to Sally’s house as quickly as I could. Margaret opened the door and I headed inside. When I turned around and saw her, none of the mental preparation I’d made was enough.
In stark contrast to nearly every other time I’d seen her, Margaret was wearing much tighter, more revealing clothing. As a top, she had on a pink tracksuit that clung to her for dear life. Half of her pregnant belly was totally exposed and her zipper was undone enough to give me a good look at her cleavage. Margaret also had on black yoga pants that were tight enough to let me see her wide, round hips and give me a good idea of what her ass must look like.
“S-so…what’s up?” I stammered, forcing a smile. “Sally doesn’t want to go for a night-time walk, does she?”
“Sally’s not here,” Margaret said, walking closer to me. “A friend of hers from high school is getting married. Us Southern ladies get hitched early. My sister is with her, just to keep an eye on.”
“O-oh,” I said, nodding. “I guess she didn’t-”
“Tell you?” Margaret said, cutting me off. “I know, you’re surprised. It seems like someone you’re dating would tell you that kind of thing. But she’s not too used to having a boyfriend, despite what her belly would tell you.”
“How do you…” I said as Margaret pressed her belly against me.
“I can tell,” she said, stroking the bare underside of her belly. “You like her and I’m guessing she likes you too.” Margaret moved one hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair away. “Which must mean you like pregnant women.”
My face was bright red. I felt like I was making some kind of sound, but I can’t be sure.
“I let you rub my belly as a test and you did very well,” Margaret said. “Sally made her mistake and can’t have predators like you around her. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” She took my hand and rested it against her belly. “But as for me…I haven’t had a man for years now. The belly turns most of them off.”
“N-not me,” I gulped. Margaret turned her eyes to me, a hungry smile spreading.
“But not you,” she nodded. “I don’t want you hurting my daughter but…you can’t hurt me. What do you say?”
As I opened my mouth, Margaret undid the zipper on her tracksuit, dropping it to the floor. She was totally naked underneath, letting me see my first pair of bare breasts that weren’t on a screen. They were bigger than Sally’s, it seemed, with large, dark nipples and errant blue veins. Margaret’s breasts rested on top of her belly, still as smooth and spotless as when I oiled it up.
“Let’s go to the couch,” Margaret purred, taking my hand and walking to the other side of the living room. “It’s been a fantasy of mine since moving into this new place.”
As I walked with her, I could see her plump butt, plus the words written across them on the yoga pants.
“Breeder?” I said out loud. Both Margaret and I blushed.
“T-the surrogacy company gave them to me,” she said. “They think it’s cute. But I don’t have much choice in clothing when I’m this big.” She spanked herself for emphasis. “Now come on, Matt. Into my bosom.”
She sat down on the couch, arms open. I sat down and slowly rested against her belly, feeling her hold against me.
“I-I don’t know about this,” I said slowly.
“Shh,” Margaret said. “Don’t worry. You’re in the embrace of a woman who’s so pregnant, I’ll go into labor if I so much as sneeze. This must be some kind of dream for you.”
“But Sally-”
“Sally needs someone who deserves her,” Margaret said. “You’re nice enough, but she’s more delicate than you think.” She began to slide down her tight pants, moving her hand to my lap. “Now, you ever done this before?”
“N-no,” I admitted, face bright red.
“Hell of a way to lose your virginity,” Margaret laughed. “Now come on, I’m getting a little hot myself. Best to go right away and-”
“I’m not doing this!” I finally yelled, moving standing up. “I-I don’t know what you think, but I love Sally a-and she loves me! And I can’t think of any worse betrayal than…than fucking her mom!”
Margaret looked up at me, her eyes big and round. “Matt…”
“I-I’m sorry, Ms. Hendricks. I understand why you would be protective of your daughter, but I’m not like the guy who got her pregnant. I like her and care about her and I like her for more than her looks and definitely more than her belly,” I continued to say, feeling courage well up inside me.
“Matt…”
“If that’s not enough for you…t-then fine, keep us apart as long as you can. But we’ll find a way to stay together and I’m not just going to throw it away on sex with someone else, let alone you!”
“Matt!” Margaret yelled, cutting me off. I looked and saw a small damp patch on the couch between her legs. “My water broke.”
“Oh,” I said. “Um, d-do we call an-”
“I’m not getting in an ambulance,” Margaret said, slowly standing up, letting out long breaths. “Can you drive?”
“I only have a learner’s permit,” I stammered. Why did I have to wait so long to take my driver’s ed classes? “I can only drive with a parent and I can’t drive at night.”
“If we get pulled over, I think they’ll make an exception,” Margaret groaned, clutching her belly. It was clearly tightening up. “Hand me my top and let’s go.”
I stood outside the maternity ward, pacing back and forth, when Sally waddled over to me quickly, hugging me closely.
“Hey, hey,” I said, patting her on the back. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine.”
“I’m hugging you to say thank you, dummy,” Sally said with an exhausted laugh. “You were there for my mom when I couldn’t be.”
“It wasn’t much,” I blushed. “Just a drive.”
“As someone who’s had to help her deliver quadruplets in the backseat, I can tell you a drive can be more treacherous than it sounds,” Sally sighed. “Can we go in to see her?”
I nodded. “I was just waiting for you. I figured you should be the first one to see her, between you and I.”
“You’re coming too,” Sally said, grabbing my wrist as she went into the ward. Margaret was resting in a bed, the giant ball in her middle now conspicuously absent. “Hi mama! Doing okay?”
“Oh yes,” Margaret smiled, still a little weak. “I’ve done this plenty of times. Those babies must have thought they were going down a water slide when I birthed them.” The imagery made me furrow my brow, but I decided it was better not to picture it too much.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Sally said, winking. “Maybe sneak in an orange soda?”
“Please,” Margaret smiled as Sally waddled back out to the lobby. Before I could follow, Margaret grabbed my arm. “Matt, wait.”
“Ms. Hendricks, I-”
“Just call me Margaret,” she sighed. “And I just want to tell you…you deserve my daughter. I think you’ll do good together.”
“Thank you, M-Margaret,” I smiled, nodding.
“Don’t go thinking you’re some Prince Charming, rescuing her, though” Margaret said. “You treat her with respect. As a professionally pregnant woman, I can tell you we don’t like being pandered to.”
“W-wouldn’t think of it,” I chuckled, our eyes turning to Sally as she came waddling back in, her belly bigger than most of the women in the maternity ward. “If it came down to it, I have a feeling she’d be more likely to save me anyway.”
“True,” Margaret nodded. “You can be a bit of a dweeb.”
A few weeks later, it was my last weekend before school started again. Since Margaret eased up, I was finally in the bedroom I’d been watching all summer, lying with Sally in my arms.
“How do you feel about going back?” she smiled, knowing how much I hated the question.
“I wasn’t so sure before,” I said. “But now…well, I have a target college in mind that I’m really working toward.”
“Yeah?” Sally said, rolling her eyes. “It wouldn’t happen to be the same college that let one Sally Hendricks sneak in-and-out to hide her swelling belly, would it?”
“The very same,” I laughed, nuzzling her nose. “It’s nice having an incentive for studying.”
“He’s growing up,” Sally giggled, kissing me just above my lip. “I’ve got a back to school present for you, to go along with this new step.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, my eyes lighting up. Sally nodded and began to remove her shirt and my cool intrigue immediately turned to nervous excitement. “O-oh.”
Sally smiled and nodded as she squirmed on the bed, getting completely naked. “I think you’re ready and I’m just ripe enough,” she laughed, rubbing her watermelon-sized belly.
“Ripe?” I smiled nervously. “You’ve still got a few months to go, by my count.”
“Don’t remind me,” Sally scoffed. “It’s already so heavy. I didn’t think that out when I fantasized about a belly of my own.” Her eyes turned to meet mine. “Promise to come over and massage me to make this a little more bearable.”
“Promise,” I nodded. “Every chance I get.”
“Good,” Sally smiled, teasing her pubic hair with one hand. “Now c’mon. Let’s do this.”
