Does people have stories of them encountering pregnant women? I would love to hear them.

(August 7, 2018, 2:21 pm)Bellyfan27 Does people have stories of them encountering pregnant women? I would love to hear them.

Solo no. The only time that I've seen pregnant women is when I'm with others and it makes me feel awkward. It like I wanna take a picture or talk to them but I can't I have to fake it. I just pretend that they are there and don't encounter them. I get mentally aroused and take mental pictures of them. I can't do anything when I'm with my family. I really need to get my drivers licence and head hunt for pregnant women. Being with family and looking at random pregnant women is so hard to do and act like you don't have a sexual attraction to them.

Dude, you need to get out more often...

I have LOVED my encounters with pregnant women for years. Some time ago, I started writing them down after I had them. First, I wanted to be able to remember them clearly, and second, I wanted to preserve some of the excitement that I felt at the time. Here is one of them. It is absolutely true:

My boss was out of town today, so it was a total goof-off day for everyone in the office. I went to the mall on my lunch break to pick up some stuff I had ordered. My cell phone started ringing the moment I walked in - all my morning calls were calling me back. Okay, I was walking thru the mall, talking on the phone, and all of a sudden... Bang! I pass this pregnant chick walking the other way with her husband. I do an about-face and pace them as I still talk on the phone.

My first thought was, "She couldn't really be that big, could she?" Well, yes... She really was that big! I paced them for a while to check out her mighty profile, but she was walking so slowly I couldn't stay beside them without becoming conspicuous. I strode on ahead and sat in a group of tables and chairs. I was still talking on the phone, watching as they caught up with me. I figured they’d pass me by and that would probably be it.

She was tall, about 5' 10" and wearing a black knit maternity dress. The dress was designed to look like a dress and jacket combination, but it was all one piece with narrowly spaced buttons that ran about halfway down to her waist. It was made of a light, stretchy knit fabric. She was blonde and slim, maybe in her early thirties. She was attractive enough with clear skin and buck teeth. She wore cowboy boots with tall heels. That’s where she got her impressive height.

Her breasts were HUGE. She left her buttons open from the neckline to halfway down between her breasts. It was a long reach for the fabric, but she had to button them from there down. Otherwise, her breasts would have burst out of her dress. As it was, the stretched buttons gathered her big boobs up and forced them up out the neckline. They nearly tickled her chin. Her pillowy, swollen breasts bounced and wobbled with every step she took, deep rippling cleavage squeezing out above the straining buttons. Her dress was skin-tight. It wasn't supposed to be skin-tight. It was supposed to be loose and flowing with its faux-jacket looking like an accessory. Uh-uh... She filled it up full! Knit fabric was stretched tight and becoming sheer across her belly and breasts. In back, the dress hung down to her calves. In front, it rose to mid-thigh because her belly was so far out. Basically, it was a mini-skirt in front. She had nice, well-turned legs.

She waddled slowly toward me, chattering happily with her husband, her belly bobbing slowly back and forth with her boobs swaying heavily.

Good luck! They turned into a small shop right in front of me with nothing to block my view. I ended my phone conversation. Now I could concentrate on her. She was obviously uncomfortable, rubbing her belly, stretching with her hands in the small of her back, using all of the classic moves. Her husband was talking to a clerk, oblivious to her distress.

More good luck! She gave up on her husband and waddled out of the shop. She spied a chair at a table next to me, came over and sat down heavily. She was about four feet away and facing me. When her butt hit the seat, her boobs took a huge up and down bounce and settled on either side of her belly. Her belly rose up to about as high as her armpits and she was rubbing it vigorously.

Staring? Me?? You BET I was!! And she busted me right away. She smiled at me and laughed at my open-mouthed astonishment, sending fresh ripples thru her big boobs. She tried to pull her dress down over her knees but that only showed more of her breasts.

I said, "It won't be much longer, huh?"

She replied, "Not soon enough for me! Four more weeks!!" She giggled some more as my jaw hit the table again.

She spread her legs wide so her belly could settle low between her thighs. And she rubbed. And she rubbed. And she massaged her enormous belly while I watched her openly. The poor woman just couldn't get comfortable. The kid was doing gymnastics in there. A bump would appear on one side of her tummy. She'd wince and massage the spot. Then she'd wince again and massage another spot. And again and again and again…

I sat there politely (or not) watching her as we talked. And she was watching me, obviously amused at my interest. I was SO BUSTED! It would have been pointless to try to pretend she wasn’t driving me crazy. So I sat back and happily watched the show she was putting on. She was pressing and rubbing her belly and grinning at my riveted fascination.

Her belly rubbing started out as a way of coping with her discomfort, but I wasn’t so sure that was true anymore. Now she was showing off. The dark knit fabric was already stretched thin and sheer by her vast belly. As she continued to rub, she pulled it even tighter around her belly, tucking it behind her back. Then she tucked it up under her huge breasts, still smiling at me. Her hand paused at her straining buttons, and then moved on. She grinned at my disappointment. Her belly hung low between her thighs. She leaned forward and smoothed her dress around her lower belly and tucked it between her thighs. She was running out of dress to tease me with. Oh, my God, she was big!

"How are you going to make thru the next four weeks?"

"I don't know. I don't think I'll go into labor at the end of it all - I think I'll just explode!"

"You know, that might be quicker and easier for you. First baby?"

"Nope. My third. The next oldest one is eleven now."

And so on and so on. Then she sat up straight in her chair and allowed me to admire her handiwork. She was winded from her exertion, and her creamy breasts rose and fell in her open neckline. She had arranged herself to show me everything her pregnancy had done to her. The sheer fabric was spread smooth and tight around her enormous belly and breasts. Then she sat back and smiled at me. She might as well have said, “Ta-da!” She turned back and forth in her chair so I could see her from different angles, showing me everything wrapped tight in her now-sheer dress. She clearly liked having an admirer. And she definitely loved having an opportunity exercise her power over me.

Then she casually leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, one cowboy boot draped across her knee. The movement hoisted her belly up in the air from between her thighs. She had run out of dress! She flashed me! The Grand Finale! She gave me a clear upskirt view all the way up to her red panties and smooth round belly. She was lovin’ it! She tried to maintain the pose, but she couldn't. In a few seconds, her boot crashed to the floor and her belly dropped down between her shapely thighs, pulling her forward in her chair. She started rubbing again. It was wonderful...

“So, another four weeks?” I said.

“Yeah, another four weeks,” she huffed and puffed and held her enormous belly.

“Well, you look fantastic…”

And then it was over. Her husband strolled out of the store and my cell phone rang again. Daisy-Mae gave me a last smile as she struggled to her feet and all that carefully tucked fabric fell loose around her astonishing pregnant body. She waddled off with hubby. I went about my business and counted myself to be a very lucky guy!

(August 8, 2018, 11:21 pm)jfingers Dude, you need to get out more often...

Thank You Captain Obvious. [I don't meant that you you in a mean way.] Unfortunately a lot of things unexpected happened this year has stopped a lot things that I want to do. My parents are part of the problem cause they keep on forgetting to help me get my drivers license. I also need my own car for all of this and plan out where I want to go to head hunt for pregnant women. I also need to figure out whether I should use my phone to take pictures or buy an iPod touch.

I do have one that happened a loooong time ago that recently came back into memory. I was only 7 or 8 at the time, so my memory is really fuzzy on the details. But at the time there was this couple that were friends with my parents, and the lady was about 6 or 7 months. Well one day they ended up having a fallout and the dude ended up kicking his girlfriend out of the house. And my parents were kind enough to let her stay at our house for a few days until they ended up reconciling.

The lady was in her early-mid 20's, kinda tall, lighted skinned, and pretty lean, so her belly and thighs ended up being the biggest parts of her body. For the most of her time there, she pretty much stuck around my older sister and did girl things and watched tv and movies for the most part. She didn't really have any clothes with her, so she ended up just wearing her pajamas around and a short t-shirt which pretty much left her belly hang out most of the time.

The last memory I have from those few days was when we went swimming in our pool in the backyard. The previous night my mom took her out shopping for some new clothes to wear and she ended up buying a bikini to go swimming in. I remember being in the pool with her and couldn't stop staring at her belly and how well it reflected off of the water (well I couldn't stop staring throughout the entire time she was there). And at the time, I didn't really know about me possibly having a pregnancy fetish. Plus I was going through the "girls are gross" phase and didn't really hang around her as much as my other siblings did while she was there. I could've easily gotten to rub her belly since she did complain how sore she was and kinda regret that I didn't, but at least I ended up swimming with her and saw her in tight clothes for a few days.

I had a very nice encounter today that I've been working on for months. She is 20, 5'0" skinny as a rail, and gorgeous. Looks more like elegant late 20's. Already has one child. Despite being tiny and thin, she has a 30 week belly with a popped belly button. No stretch marks. Here's the jaw dropping part. Her tits are *massive*, they nearly hang down to her belly button, full of milk, veiny, dark. It is mind blowing how large they are for her petite frame, hanging off her thin chest/neck/shoulder bone structure. Anyway, we've been on a few dates and today we finally smashed, hands on belly and mouth on tits the whole time. You could squeeze them together and they would spray milk. Very hot encounter!

(August 9, 2018, 11:17 pm)Polyhydramnios I had a very nice encounter today that I've been working on for months. She is 20, 5'0" skinny as a rail, and gorgeous. Looks more like elegant late 20's. Already has one child. Despite being tiny and thin, she has a 30 week belly with a popped belly button. No stretch marks. Here's the jaw dropping part. Her tits are *massive*, they nearly hang down to her belly button, full of milk, veiny, dark. It is mind blowing how large they are for her petite frame, hanging off her thin chest/neck/shoulder bone structure. Anyway, we've been on a few dates and today we finally smashed, hands on belly and mouth on tits the whole time. You could squeeze them together and they would spray milk. Very hot encounter!

How'd you meet her?