[align=justify]This is an idea i've been playing around with for a while but never got into writing up. I don't have much time these days but i've tried to set the story up and hopefully it'll be easy to run as a serial. Would love to get feedback and see what you guys think. I reckon the idea is pretty unique but we'll see. I've written and will write this for both sexes, so no apologies for describing the male body as much as the woman. I figured our female audience might appreciate. It starts slow but that's intentional.
PART 1:
A former professional is persuaded to come out of retirement by a friend in need.
Thud, thud, thud.
Sam awoke to the sound of pounding on the door to his apartment. Despite being horrendously hungover, the increasingly rapid and anxious quality of the knocking dragged him into consciousness. Looking over at the clock and seeing it was already 10:45, he wiped his face with both hands, croaking as he shouted ‘coming!’, as if to no one in particular. Suddenly, bleary eyed and fully naked, he swept out of bed and to the door.
‘Alright, alright!’ he shouted more assuredly. ‘Who the fuck is this…’ he muttered, busily trying to open lock and figure out what was going on.
The instant Sam opened the door a tiny fraction, a round blur instantly slammed the door wide, pushing past him and straight into the apartment. Taken aback, he wheeled around, instinctively rubbing his eyes and trying to figure out what was happening.
‘Now i don’t know who you are,’ Sam started, angrily ‘but…’
Stood in front of his bed, dimly coming into focus as the fog of alcohol induced sleep swept away from his eyes, was this tiny yet ridiculously enormous pregnant woman. Sam drank her in as they stood there. She must have been just shy of five feet tall, an almost amusing size for someone weighed down by such a gigantic belly. The tight maroon dress she wore clung close to her body, leaving little to the imagination, while her pale skin practically glowed in the warm morning light. A pretty face with plump lips and big blue eyes was framed by auburn, wavy hair that cascaded all the way down her back. Her toned calves led up to thick thighs and a clearly firm, strong arse, grown even larger to compensate for the weight she now carried at her midriff. Her tits were perky and round, obviously expanded by pregnancy, but they looked tiny in comparison to the massive, nearly perfectly round belly that she now proudly carried. It was clear that her dress, almost stretched to breaking point was struggling to contain the gravid form of her fertility. Sam was experienced with pregnant women. She must be about ready, he thought; it’s a big baby too. Maybe she’s even overdue? That body certainly can’t handle much more.
As Sam pondered, the woman stood straight, fixing him with an inquisitive stare. Absent-mindedly stroking the belly that stretched out in front of her, one hand supported its vast weight from below, while the other searched and glided smoothly over the top, as thought trying to calm an animal.
‘…but what?’ She practically purred at him, almost too cutely, and with a seductive glint in her eye: ‘you weren’t worried about little old me were you?’
‘I wouldn’t exactly call you ‘little’’ Sam retorted; ‘I think we might be past that stage.’
The woman didn’t reply, merely placing her hands on her back, standing in profile and arching her enormous stomach forward to emphasis it’s grandiosity. Sam stood agog, aware of the sensation of blood rapidly flowing to his nether regions. The lingering hangover erection was often a problem at the best of times, but today things were just unfair.
‘Why are you here?’ He eventually blurted out, trying to engage his brain in the situation while also thinking cold, suppressing thoughts. ‘Why have you broken in’ he rephrased.
‘Oh please, you opened the door,’
‘Slightly-’
‘I’ve heard you provide certain… services to people in need’, the woman continued, ignoring Sam’s feeble protestations, ‘is that right?’
‘I don’t do that any - I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about’ Sam replied, aware that some of the blood rushing to his growing dick was now being momentarily diverted to his face. Suddenly suffering a bout of embarrassment, he put his hands over his still growing cock. Dreaming of glaciers and the ice age wasn’t going to help things slow down now, though.
‘Oh please. I don’t think you’ll be able to hide that.’ She said, looking down at his hands. ‘I’ve heard about you you know. You came highly recommended.’
‘I told you lady, i don’t know what you’re talking about’ Sam replied, now closing his eyes and thinking of being inside the freezer itself. ‘Besides, even if i did ‘provide services’ (and i don’t)’ he added, momentarily opening one eye: ‘i’m pretty sure I wouldn’t do that anymore’.
The woman stood in front of Sam in complete silence, taking a quick look at the nails on one hand, while stroking her enormous belly with the other. Standing with one hip popped, she gazed at Sam until he opened his eyes again.
‘Exactly.’ She said, staring him deep in the eyes. ‘Even if you wanted to, i don’t think your body would let you’, drawing his gaze with hers towards his cock. ‘You’re only human, darling. I heard your story, and I get it. Being left by the mother of your unborn child because you had a unpopular side job is shit. But life goes on. And there are some of us…’ She started to slowly but surely advance towards him, waddling heavily but seductively until she could lean in closer and whisper in his ear: ‘who need things’.
Sam instantly melted, the very breath of her words triggering a tingling sensation down his spine and deep into his loins. He was done. The pounding of his heart and the shortness of his breath surged as his desires began to overcome him, the throbbing of his cock growing ever stronger as his lust burned through him.
‘So you have everything ready right?’ He managed to pant, ever the professional. ‘You don’t need me to sort anything?’
‘What? Oh no darling, i’m not having the baby now. I’m only 30 weeks’
Sam’s eyes grew wide with disbelief, his face contorting and turning purple. ‘Why the fuck are you here then?’ He blurted out, almost angrily, his cock now in his hand, his body pressed into her smooth, gravid abdomen. ‘Why are you taunting me?’ He muttered, his left arm now cradling her belly while his face drew into hers in a moment of angry passion. Sam knew it was unsafe to work with her in this position.
‘Oh i know the whole point is to fuck the overdue ones,’ She replied, her voice remarkably controlled but still quivering slightly with arousal. She stared at Sam, fixing him with her gaze. ‘I know they’re all horny, desperate to have the kid, with husbands who won’t touch them, or no husbands at all. You provide a really selfless service, you know. Most men wouldn’t touch us with a bargepole…’ She continued, her hand now on his chin, softly yet somehow strongly locking him into her. ‘I know that pain. And i won’t do it again. I want to have some fun you know. Some of us had dreams, and I want to get my reward’.
‘What the fuck are you saying’ Sam practically foamed at the mouth in reply. ‘Just tell me so we can do this’.
‘This is my third set of twins. I’ve always carried them past 38 weeks. And i’ve always been horny as hell, utterly miserable with a husband that won’t touch me. I know i won’t give birth if you fuck me. It’s iron clad down there. I just want to have some fun. A girl who dreams of being an enormous preggo manages it three times, but with a husband that won’t fuck her? Where’s the justice!? I used to just enjoy the pregnancy, but now… i want my reward!’ [/align]
PART 1:
A former professional is persuaded to come out of retirement by a friend in need.
Thud, thud, thud.
Sam awoke to the sound of pounding on the door to his apartment. Despite being horrendously hungover, the increasingly rapid and anxious quality of the knocking dragged him into consciousness. Looking over at the clock and seeing it was already 10:45, he wiped his face with both hands, croaking as he shouted ‘coming!’, as if to no one in particular. Suddenly, bleary eyed and fully naked, he swept out of bed and to the door.
‘Alright, alright!’ he shouted more assuredly. ‘Who the fuck is this…’ he muttered, busily trying to open lock and figure out what was going on.
The instant Sam opened the door a tiny fraction, a round blur instantly slammed the door wide, pushing past him and straight into the apartment. Taken aback, he wheeled around, instinctively rubbing his eyes and trying to figure out what was happening.
‘Now i don’t know who you are,’ Sam started, angrily ‘but…’
Stood in front of his bed, dimly coming into focus as the fog of alcohol induced sleep swept away from his eyes, was this tiny yet ridiculously enormous pregnant woman. Sam drank her in as they stood there. She must have been just shy of five feet tall, an almost amusing size for someone weighed down by such a gigantic belly. The tight maroon dress she wore clung close to her body, leaving little to the imagination, while her pale skin practically glowed in the warm morning light. A pretty face with plump lips and big blue eyes was framed by auburn, wavy hair that cascaded all the way down her back. Her toned calves led up to thick thighs and a clearly firm, strong arse, grown even larger to compensate for the weight she now carried at her midriff. Her tits were perky and round, obviously expanded by pregnancy, but they looked tiny in comparison to the massive, nearly perfectly round belly that she now proudly carried. It was clear that her dress, almost stretched to breaking point was struggling to contain the gravid form of her fertility. Sam was experienced with pregnant women. She must be about ready, he thought; it’s a big baby too. Maybe she’s even overdue? That body certainly can’t handle much more.
As Sam pondered, the woman stood straight, fixing him with an inquisitive stare. Absent-mindedly stroking the belly that stretched out in front of her, one hand supported its vast weight from below, while the other searched and glided smoothly over the top, as thought trying to calm an animal.
‘…but what?’ She practically purred at him, almost too cutely, and with a seductive glint in her eye: ‘you weren’t worried about little old me were you?’
‘I wouldn’t exactly call you ‘little’’ Sam retorted; ‘I think we might be past that stage.’
The woman didn’t reply, merely placing her hands on her back, standing in profile and arching her enormous stomach forward to emphasis it’s grandiosity. Sam stood agog, aware of the sensation of blood rapidly flowing to his nether regions. The lingering hangover erection was often a problem at the best of times, but today things were just unfair.
‘Why are you here?’ He eventually blurted out, trying to engage his brain in the situation while also thinking cold, suppressing thoughts. ‘Why have you broken in’ he rephrased.
‘Oh please, you opened the door,’
‘Slightly-’
‘I’ve heard you provide certain… services to people in need’, the woman continued, ignoring Sam’s feeble protestations, ‘is that right?’
‘I don’t do that any - I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about’ Sam replied, aware that some of the blood rushing to his growing dick was now being momentarily diverted to his face. Suddenly suffering a bout of embarrassment, he put his hands over his still growing cock. Dreaming of glaciers and the ice age wasn’t going to help things slow down now, though.
‘Oh please. I don’t think you’ll be able to hide that.’ She said, looking down at his hands. ‘I’ve heard about you you know. You came highly recommended.’
‘I told you lady, i don’t know what you’re talking about’ Sam replied, now closing his eyes and thinking of being inside the freezer itself. ‘Besides, even if i did ‘provide services’ (and i don’t)’ he added, momentarily opening one eye: ‘i’m pretty sure I wouldn’t do that anymore’.
The woman stood in front of Sam in complete silence, taking a quick look at the nails on one hand, while stroking her enormous belly with the other. Standing with one hip popped, she gazed at Sam until he opened his eyes again.
‘Exactly.’ She said, staring him deep in the eyes. ‘Even if you wanted to, i don’t think your body would let you’, drawing his gaze with hers towards his cock. ‘You’re only human, darling. I heard your story, and I get it. Being left by the mother of your unborn child because you had a unpopular side job is shit. But life goes on. And there are some of us…’ She started to slowly but surely advance towards him, waddling heavily but seductively until she could lean in closer and whisper in his ear: ‘who need things’.
Sam instantly melted, the very breath of her words triggering a tingling sensation down his spine and deep into his loins. He was done. The pounding of his heart and the shortness of his breath surged as his desires began to overcome him, the throbbing of his cock growing ever stronger as his lust burned through him.
‘So you have everything ready right?’ He managed to pant, ever the professional. ‘You don’t need me to sort anything?’
‘What? Oh no darling, i’m not having the baby now. I’m only 30 weeks’
Sam’s eyes grew wide with disbelief, his face contorting and turning purple. ‘Why the fuck are you here then?’ He blurted out, almost angrily, his cock now in his hand, his body pressed into her smooth, gravid abdomen. ‘Why are you taunting me?’ He muttered, his left arm now cradling her belly while his face drew into hers in a moment of angry passion. Sam knew it was unsafe to work with her in this position.
‘Oh i know the whole point is to fuck the overdue ones,’ She replied, her voice remarkably controlled but still quivering slightly with arousal. She stared at Sam, fixing him with her gaze. ‘I know they’re all horny, desperate to have the kid, with husbands who won’t touch them, or no husbands at all. You provide a really selfless service, you know. Most men wouldn’t touch us with a bargepole…’ She continued, her hand now on his chin, softly yet somehow strongly locking him into her. ‘I know that pain. And i won’t do it again. I want to have some fun you know. Some of us had dreams, and I want to get my reward’.
‘What the fuck are you saying’ Sam practically foamed at the mouth in reply. ‘Just tell me so we can do this’.
‘This is my third set of twins. I’ve always carried them past 38 weeks. And i’ve always been horny as hell, utterly miserable with a husband that won’t touch me. I know i won’t give birth if you fuck me. It’s iron clad down there. I just want to have some fun. A girl who dreams of being an enormous preggo manages it three times, but with a husband that won’t fuck her? Where’s the justice!? I used to just enjoy the pregnancy, but now… i want my reward!’ [/align]
