Hello, preggo story aficionados, this is my first time posting a story on this platform. Please treat it as you would treat crystal glassware.
(Part I)
[align=justify]It was in the middle of the autumn rain when I saw her move in next door to me; she was the most beautiful woman that I ever laid my eyes on, with her orange-brown eyes in colorful tune with the fallen leaves, her long vibrant silky black hair flowing to her shoulders, her quite fair complexion that reminded me the stereotypical skin tone of a middle-class American woman, her facial features giving off a look of mature, yet innocent demeanor, and most striking of all, that she is with child, possibly seven months along if I’m not mistaken. Her body was molded accordingly to the needs of sustaining a new life growing inside her: her frame adapted to support the growing weight of her unborn child, her bosom has swelled appropriately from when I can imagine as its original size, her hips full and supple, her thighs hugging tightly against her fitting jeans, and her middle wears a black t-shirt as well a leather jacket over her fertile swell that begs to be soothed by calm hands, which she did when I first saw her move in.[/align]
[align=justify]I was just this kind of person that would often refuse to meet and be with other people, as I often have a troubled history of dealing with relationships far and close, starting from when I grew up with my family; it’s rather not from the lack of trying, but more to the fact that my circumstances were not ideal with developing my social skills. As a result, I tended to be distrustful to any person that showed intent with forming platonic and romantic bonds alike, as I can’t maintain either of them for long periods of time. Maybe, this shall change soon.[/align]
[align=justify]After a few days of thinking it all over and shabbily planned over this time in my life, I finally have built up the courage and resolve to take up the social initiative for once and decided to pay my new neighbor a visit and say hello and all kinds of pleasantries, as well as bring her something as some sort of welcome present to her at her new place. After a brief shower, I took a good look at myself: my light-brown hair is disheveled from showering and my stubble looked rustic and made myself look like a fledgling lumberjack. As to choosing over my clothing and gift, I decided to wear a flannel shirt over my undershirt and a reliable pair of jeans and bring out a good portion of Hershey’s chocolate from my previous adventures at the nearby grocery store. After going through all that, I went over to the next door of this apartment (mine is the number “626”, hers is “627”), her apartment designation, and awkwardly knocked on the door three times.[/align]
[align=justify]“Rats”, I thought, “I hope she didn’t mind those knocks.”[/align]
[align=justify]As I keep worrying over the potential situations that I came up in my head over it, the apartment door opened and there she was, wearing a smile on her face and her eyes shine eagerly in whoever came to visit her. She was wearing a white tank top that barely covers the bottom half of her pregnant middle, a pair of jogging pants, and red sneakers, probably from her daily jogging, of which I often witness from my apartment balcony. Her hair is now tied in a ponytail and she is holding a mug, possibly hot chocolate, as it’s pretty chilly today and I don’t see her in my mind drinking coffee with her ongoing condition. [/align]
[align=justify]“Yes?” she placidly asked before realizing who I was, “Oh, you’re my neighbor next door, right? Uhh, what’s your name again?” [/align]
[align=justify]“It’s Patrick”, I responded to her as confidently as I could, almost sounding pretentious in my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]“Patrick? Oh yeah, nice to meet you, Pat”, she answered in an open, friendly tone, as if she had known me for some time, “My name’s Madeline, and as you can see, I have moved recently, so pardon me if my flat’s a bit of a mess”, she finished with a hint of embarrassment. [/align]
[align=justify]“Madeline, what a placid name for such an open, calm person”, I thought when I first heard her name.[/align]
[align=justify]“It’s alright”, I quipped happily, “Tends to happen to all of us during our first time owning a place to live”, I said with an awkward smile on my smile.[/align]
[align=justify]“God, she’s so hot. Too bad I may not get a chance with her”, I mentally burdened myself.[/align]
[align=justify]“Yeah, I know. This is probably my second time to move to a new place”, she said with a laugh, “So, what brings you here?”[/align]
[align=justify]“Oh, yeah”, I snapped out of my daze and got myself together, “It’s to say hello to you and help you around the place. And I have something for you…” After stating my intentions, I present her the portion of Hershey’s Chocolate.[/align]
[align=justify]“Aww, for me?” she gasped as she saw the present that I have for her, “Thanks, neighbor. I really crave chocolate right now and this will do for me. Come in, come in!” she said as she invited me into her unit. [/align]
[align=justify]As I walked into the familiar, yet different repeating layout of the apartment, I spied the backside of Madeline: in every step, it was clear that she walked in a distinct waddle, as a pregnant woman would, and in every waddle, witnessing the sway of her hips and butt caused my mind to run in lewd thoughts..[/align]
[align=justify]“God damn, her backside is so seductive; I wanna savor that with my member!”,” She’s such a hottie, I wonder if I could pull a fast one on her!”,” Smash, smash, smash, smash!”, my thoughts roared in my head, influenced partly by my groin and partly from the deep recesses of my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]But as soon as I reached her living room, I immediately cleared my dirty thoughts and proceeded to place my gift on the coffee table and I sat on a love seat suited for two people. As she retreated to the kitchen to get me some refreshments, I looked around her unit: clearly this place is indeed messy; boxes full of her belongings are around the living room, some opened and partly empty, others still sealed. The living room already has been furnished with some decorations, the aforementioned coffee table and love seat, which I noticed a synthetic sports jacket that I haven’t noticed before, probably used in her jogging sessions as it looked somewhat soaked from probably her sweat, as well as a TV cabinet with a flatscreen TV on it and some optical media collections displayed on the side by side compartments of the cabinet. By the windows of the living room, some potted plants can be seen, and she seems to like raising mini versions of crops, like peanuts and tomatoes. What a resourceful lady.[/align]
[align=justify]A few moments later, she came back with a glass of sparkling water on one hand and her half-finished hot chocolate on the other. She placed the glass in front of me on the coffee table and proceeded to drink the rest of her hot chocolate in one gulp.[/align]
[align=justify]“Ahh, this hot chocolate brew really hit the spot”, she said in a satisfied tone, “Also, thank you again for being thoughtful with your welcome present, I appreciate it, I really do”, she finished with a kind smile.[/align]
[align=justify]“Oh, don’t mention it, just doing my part as a neighbor, is all”, I bashfully responded, my cheeks feeling hot and probably blushed to all hell.[/align]
[align=justify]“Make yourself comfortable, Patrick, as I’m feeling a bit hot right now. One sec”, she said it as she proceeded to remove her tank top to relieve the apparent rise in temperature in the living room, even though the autumn chill is slowly setting in around this town. Revealing her pregnant form half bare really became a turning point in this day, as seeing her pregnant belly hanging bare for me to see truly almost made me lose my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]“This is a dream come true. If this is a dream, I hope that I would never wake up”, I thought to myself, as I observed her more closely: she is now letting her fertile middle hang out in the open, as if there is no one in the room; her belly is huge for even a 7th-monther, with its surface almost immaculate, apart from a small mole at the lower left of her swollen middle, her modest linea nigra bisecting her middle and some red stretch marks riddled at her underbelly. Her belly button in particular is popped out, somewhat, as I can imagine that there is room for it to pop out even more and it gave me really dirty thoughts of licking it clean, even though in hind sight that it is disgusting, and hearing her moan in pleasure as I give her what she had desired for so long. Her bosom became more visible now, of it being restrained with a black sports bra that matched her silken black hair, and even then, it looked like it can burst out of its seams if her breasts grew any bigger than it already is. Her facial expression is that of mild discomfort, as she breathed heavily and fanned herself with her right hand after she placed her coffee mug on the coffee table. From the way that she fanned herself to her way of “flaunting” herself to me, she had probably noticed that I’ve been secretly overlooking her ever since she came around this place.[/align]
[align=justify]Seeing me go into a daze from watching her cool herself down, she gave me a playful coy look as she had put two on two together. [/align]
[align=justify]“You know”, she began speaking as she breathed a heavy, yet sexy breath, “I’ve been around men long enough to know that you are showing a special interest to me. Let me ask you something: do you like this appearance? I thought that since I got pregnant, no man would even look at me like that intently. It’s alright, I understand”, she nodded as she continued to cool herself down. [/align]
[align=justify]“Uhhhh…..” I got flabbergasted as she revealed her thoughts on my fixation to her, “P-p-please don’t think of me as a creep, Madeline. I swear, I-I have no ill intentions directed at you” I pleaded to her as the courage and resolve of my endeavor to know her well slowly melted away in my mind. I was on the border of panic when she placed her right index finger on my mouth and shushed me in a seductive, controlling manner.[/align]
[align=justify]“Ssshhhh~~”, she shushed me softly, “I know, and I understand.” She then proceeded to whisper on my ear with the words of affirmation in a sultry, sexy voice as follows: “Come back around late afternoon and let’s unwrap together in body and soul, sound good?”[/align]
“Jackpot!” I exclaimed in thought at the events unfolding in front of me.
-= End of Part I =-
(Part I)
[align=justify]It was in the middle of the autumn rain when I saw her move in next door to me; she was the most beautiful woman that I ever laid my eyes on, with her orange-brown eyes in colorful tune with the fallen leaves, her long vibrant silky black hair flowing to her shoulders, her quite fair complexion that reminded me the stereotypical skin tone of a middle-class American woman, her facial features giving off a look of mature, yet innocent demeanor, and most striking of all, that she is with child, possibly seven months along if I’m not mistaken. Her body was molded accordingly to the needs of sustaining a new life growing inside her: her frame adapted to support the growing weight of her unborn child, her bosom has swelled appropriately from when I can imagine as its original size, her hips full and supple, her thighs hugging tightly against her fitting jeans, and her middle wears a black t-shirt as well a leather jacket over her fertile swell that begs to be soothed by calm hands, which she did when I first saw her move in.[/align]
[align=justify]I was just this kind of person that would often refuse to meet and be with other people, as I often have a troubled history of dealing with relationships far and close, starting from when I grew up with my family; it’s rather not from the lack of trying, but more to the fact that my circumstances were not ideal with developing my social skills. As a result, I tended to be distrustful to any person that showed intent with forming platonic and romantic bonds alike, as I can’t maintain either of them for long periods of time. Maybe, this shall change soon.[/align]
[align=justify]After a few days of thinking it all over and shabbily planned over this time in my life, I finally have built up the courage and resolve to take up the social initiative for once and decided to pay my new neighbor a visit and say hello and all kinds of pleasantries, as well as bring her something as some sort of welcome present to her at her new place. After a brief shower, I took a good look at myself: my light-brown hair is disheveled from showering and my stubble looked rustic and made myself look like a fledgling lumberjack. As to choosing over my clothing and gift, I decided to wear a flannel shirt over my undershirt and a reliable pair of jeans and bring out a good portion of Hershey’s chocolate from my previous adventures at the nearby grocery store. After going through all that, I went over to the next door of this apartment (mine is the number “626”, hers is “627”), her apartment designation, and awkwardly knocked on the door three times.[/align]
[align=justify]“Rats”, I thought, “I hope she didn’t mind those knocks.”[/align]
[align=justify]As I keep worrying over the potential situations that I came up in my head over it, the apartment door opened and there she was, wearing a smile on her face and her eyes shine eagerly in whoever came to visit her. She was wearing a white tank top that barely covers the bottom half of her pregnant middle, a pair of jogging pants, and red sneakers, probably from her daily jogging, of which I often witness from my apartment balcony. Her hair is now tied in a ponytail and she is holding a mug, possibly hot chocolate, as it’s pretty chilly today and I don’t see her in my mind drinking coffee with her ongoing condition. [/align]
[align=justify]“Yes?” she placidly asked before realizing who I was, “Oh, you’re my neighbor next door, right? Uhh, what’s your name again?” [/align]
[align=justify]“It’s Patrick”, I responded to her as confidently as I could, almost sounding pretentious in my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]“Patrick? Oh yeah, nice to meet you, Pat”, she answered in an open, friendly tone, as if she had known me for some time, “My name’s Madeline, and as you can see, I have moved recently, so pardon me if my flat’s a bit of a mess”, she finished with a hint of embarrassment. [/align]
[align=justify]“Madeline, what a placid name for such an open, calm person”, I thought when I first heard her name.[/align]
[align=justify]“It’s alright”, I quipped happily, “Tends to happen to all of us during our first time owning a place to live”, I said with an awkward smile on my smile.[/align]
[align=justify]“God, she’s so hot. Too bad I may not get a chance with her”, I mentally burdened myself.[/align]
[align=justify]“Yeah, I know. This is probably my second time to move to a new place”, she said with a laugh, “So, what brings you here?”[/align]
[align=justify]“Oh, yeah”, I snapped out of my daze and got myself together, “It’s to say hello to you and help you around the place. And I have something for you…” After stating my intentions, I present her the portion of Hershey’s Chocolate.[/align]
[align=justify]“Aww, for me?” she gasped as she saw the present that I have for her, “Thanks, neighbor. I really crave chocolate right now and this will do for me. Come in, come in!” she said as she invited me into her unit. [/align]
[align=justify]As I walked into the familiar, yet different repeating layout of the apartment, I spied the backside of Madeline: in every step, it was clear that she walked in a distinct waddle, as a pregnant woman would, and in every waddle, witnessing the sway of her hips and butt caused my mind to run in lewd thoughts..[/align]
[align=justify]“God damn, her backside is so seductive; I wanna savor that with my member!”,” She’s such a hottie, I wonder if I could pull a fast one on her!”,” Smash, smash, smash, smash!”, my thoughts roared in my head, influenced partly by my groin and partly from the deep recesses of my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]But as soon as I reached her living room, I immediately cleared my dirty thoughts and proceeded to place my gift on the coffee table and I sat on a love seat suited for two people. As she retreated to the kitchen to get me some refreshments, I looked around her unit: clearly this place is indeed messy; boxes full of her belongings are around the living room, some opened and partly empty, others still sealed. The living room already has been furnished with some decorations, the aforementioned coffee table and love seat, which I noticed a synthetic sports jacket that I haven’t noticed before, probably used in her jogging sessions as it looked somewhat soaked from probably her sweat, as well as a TV cabinet with a flatscreen TV on it and some optical media collections displayed on the side by side compartments of the cabinet. By the windows of the living room, some potted plants can be seen, and she seems to like raising mini versions of crops, like peanuts and tomatoes. What a resourceful lady.[/align]
[align=justify]A few moments later, she came back with a glass of sparkling water on one hand and her half-finished hot chocolate on the other. She placed the glass in front of me on the coffee table and proceeded to drink the rest of her hot chocolate in one gulp.[/align]
[align=justify]“Ahh, this hot chocolate brew really hit the spot”, she said in a satisfied tone, “Also, thank you again for being thoughtful with your welcome present, I appreciate it, I really do”, she finished with a kind smile.[/align]
[align=justify]“Oh, don’t mention it, just doing my part as a neighbor, is all”, I bashfully responded, my cheeks feeling hot and probably blushed to all hell.[/align]
[align=justify]“Make yourself comfortable, Patrick, as I’m feeling a bit hot right now. One sec”, she said it as she proceeded to remove her tank top to relieve the apparent rise in temperature in the living room, even though the autumn chill is slowly setting in around this town. Revealing her pregnant form half bare really became a turning point in this day, as seeing her pregnant belly hanging bare for me to see truly almost made me lose my mind.[/align]
[align=justify]“This is a dream come true. If this is a dream, I hope that I would never wake up”, I thought to myself, as I observed her more closely: she is now letting her fertile middle hang out in the open, as if there is no one in the room; her belly is huge for even a 7th-monther, with its surface almost immaculate, apart from a small mole at the lower left of her swollen middle, her modest linea nigra bisecting her middle and some red stretch marks riddled at her underbelly. Her belly button in particular is popped out, somewhat, as I can imagine that there is room for it to pop out even more and it gave me really dirty thoughts of licking it clean, even though in hind sight that it is disgusting, and hearing her moan in pleasure as I give her what she had desired for so long. Her bosom became more visible now, of it being restrained with a black sports bra that matched her silken black hair, and even then, it looked like it can burst out of its seams if her breasts grew any bigger than it already is. Her facial expression is that of mild discomfort, as she breathed heavily and fanned herself with her right hand after she placed her coffee mug on the coffee table. From the way that she fanned herself to her way of “flaunting” herself to me, she had probably noticed that I’ve been secretly overlooking her ever since she came around this place.[/align]
[align=justify]Seeing me go into a daze from watching her cool herself down, she gave me a playful coy look as she had put two on two together. [/align]
[align=justify]“You know”, she began speaking as she breathed a heavy, yet sexy breath, “I’ve been around men long enough to know that you are showing a special interest to me. Let me ask you something: do you like this appearance? I thought that since I got pregnant, no man would even look at me like that intently. It’s alright, I understand”, she nodded as she continued to cool herself down. [/align]
[align=justify]“Uhhhh…..” I got flabbergasted as she revealed her thoughts on my fixation to her, “P-p-please don’t think of me as a creep, Madeline. I swear, I-I have no ill intentions directed at you” I pleaded to her as the courage and resolve of my endeavor to know her well slowly melted away in my mind. I was on the border of panic when she placed her right index finger on my mouth and shushed me in a seductive, controlling manner.[/align]
[align=justify]“Ssshhhh~~”, she shushed me softly, “I know, and I understand.” She then proceeded to whisper on my ear with the words of affirmation in a sultry, sexy voice as follows: “Come back around late afternoon and let’s unwrap together in body and soul, sound good?”[/align]
“Jackpot!” I exclaimed in thought at the events unfolding in front of me.
-= End of Part I =-
The almost “Queen’s English” the story is written in was not expected, but it is a nice touch. the character development is rapid but well planned, and the whole story is fun.
