The Horny Sea Horse X: Annie, Your Custom Preggo
Annie here, once again. Fifth goddamn time! If you’ve been keeping up with his journals as well as mine, you know by now that Jarred’s had a hysterectomy, putting an end to his string of pregnancies. He had six pregnancies, including one twinner, bringing the total number of babies he carried to seven. This is my fifth (and final, I swear to you) pregnancy, and I carried triplets during one of my gestations: that’ll bring me to seven as well, and we’ll be nice and tied! Really, I’m not all that competitive. I certainly wouldn’t’ve embarked on this pregnancy only to tie Jarred. Especially since I’ll always hold the record for most babies carried at once. Again, though, I’m really not competitive: I just like giving Jarred a hard time once in a while.
I thought I was on my last during my previous pregnancy. Then, while I was full term, Jarred and I made and posted online a video of us fucking. It was by no means our first rodeo when it came to recording ourselves, but we’d never shared any of our content with the world. Once we posted the video we intended for public consumption, I simply could not stop thinking about it. In a good way, not in a “what the fuck have we done?!” way. I’m a serious exhibitionist when pregnant, and the thought of so many strangers watching (and masturbating to!) my gravid form as my husband fucked me…it really, really turned me on. And continues to do so more than a year later at this point. We framed the video so as not to show our faces, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I really want to be out there in all my potentially-recognizable glory, loud and proud about my pregnancy fetish.
The thoughts of doing more porn and really showing myself grew more and more persistent and hard to ignore. So, I decided I’d become a pregnant cam girl. One last gestation, captured in all its glory for perverts (myself included) to enjoy in perpetuity. Luckily, Dr. Lucas doesn’t ask about your motives for getting knocked up before he’ll implant an embryo in you. Five months ago, I got a positive pregnancy test yet again. I’ve been showing for a few weeks now, and I’ve been camming since the first day I could detect abdominal growth in the mirror. I just could not wait to start!
A lot of the work, I’m finding out through my own experience along with watching other cam girls, is pretty goddamned boring. You sit at your computer in various states of undress, chatting with people who may contribute money to your show. You’re usually heading for a certain monetary goal which, when met, means you’ll reveal more of yourself or masturbate or what have you. You’ll put on more of a show the more money you can get out of people, basically. These videos of just sitting there, typing, bump usually bare, tits sometimes out, occasionally flashing some pussy…they’re a chore, to be honest. The punctuation of reaching a goal and rubbing one out for the camera is a nice change of pace, but these events are few and far between.
So…why in the hell am I starting a journal about something so boring? Because at times, it truly is really fun. Rarely during the run-of-the-mill streaming sessions, but not infrequently when making vids of yourself to post later, or when shooting the occasional custom video for a generous fan. Maybe some of this fun stuff would be better categorized as amateur porn rather than camming, I’m not 100% on the lingo just yet. Anyway, a handful of these more interesting occurrences are what I’ll be focusing on here. For the first few weeks of this pornographic adventure, I thought the entire thing might be a bust. But, a few interesting videos have recently come out of it, including one I shot yesterday that really made me want to start writing about my experiences for all of you…
22 Weeks: The Slow Strip
Rather than sticking to the cam girl formula that’s been boring me so thoroughly, I decide to shoot a video of myself to post later rather than streaming my content live. I settle on a slow, methodical, playfully teasing striptease as a good place to start this new endeavor. When I started camming, Jarred and I moved a full-size bed into our home office, on which I’ve been doing the more active parts of my streaming sessions. It’s a fine set-up for shooting my no-live-audience video, too.
I’m wearing a cardigan over a skintight t-shirt, leggings under my jeans, and, setting this apart from my usual shows, a bra and panties. Plenty of pieces of clothing for me to remove seductively, in other words. I hit the Record button on my camera and position myself to be filmed on the bed. I rub my bump with one hand as I stare into the lens, not uttering a word for a solid 30 seconds. “Do you like my belly?” I address the camera directly as I arch my back, pushing my abdomen out as far as I can. “Let me give you a little bit of a better view,” as I pat my stomach affectionately. I slowly take off the cardigan, unnecessarily stretching my arms way up so that my t-shirt rides all the way up past my navel. The shirt stays lifted a bit, and I caress my modest bump with both hands. “It’s so firm, but my skin’s so soft. Fuck, these jeans have gotten so tight…”
I get off the bed and face away from the camera, leaning over as I pull my jeans down and providing a nice close view of my ass in tight black leggings. Reaching behind myself, I rub my ass with both hands, gently stroking my pussy (through leggings and panties still) whenever my hands near it. Frankly, I’m wondering how I can really stretch this out to a satisfying video length. Jerking off doesn’t take all that long for most folks, I’m pretty sure, but I want to give them at least five minutes. Maybe I should’ve worn more layers? A sweatshirt, a jacket, shoes and socks? Would’ve been kind of ridiculous, I think. I sit back down, legs hanging over the side of the bed. The bump rubbing never stops, and I even throw in a few conspicuous tit grabs and crotch strokes. More talking should fill out the running time, I figure. Slowly paced and sensual, I remind myself…
“Do you like seeing my bare bump? I bet you’d like to see more of me, wouldn’t you? Well, we’ll just have to see what I might show you. Eventually. We’ll take this reeeeeeeaaaal slowly. Do you like my titties, too? They’re nice and firm in my hands. My nipples have gotten so dark already. You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself what color they are today, I guess. Maybe I can just show you my bra for now.”
I pull my shirt off, revealing my lacy black brassiere and more-than-ample breasts. Holding the bottom of the bra in both hands, I jiggle my breasts so my cleavage shimmies for my viewers. My left hand stays at my tits, rubbing the soft skin the low-cut bra reveals. My right hand goes back to my belly, rubbing lower and lower towards my crotch. I tease for a solid minute, mostly focusing on the bump but repeatedly making glancing contact with my pussy. I’ve spent long enough with pants on, I think. “Do you want to see my panties? They match the bra. These leggings have gotten a little too hot…” I stand again to slowly pull down my leggings. Stepping out of them, I rub my bare inner thighs with both hands, then sit back down with my legs crossed. My lacy black panties have been revealed, but I’m not providing my audience an easy look at my crotch just yet. I’m pretty sure you save the genitals for last in a striptease, after all. It just makes sense that the bra needs to come off before the panties do. I’ll have to work my way to the titty reveal, now.
“Oh, this feels soooo much better. This room is way too hot…and I’m getting pretty hot myself, if you catch my drift. These soft, creamy legs need to breathe sometimes, you know? And in between them could use a little air, too…if you’re good and patient. All my clothes are getting so damned tight as my body just keeps swelling and swelling in so many different places. I could barely get that cardigan to button over my belly, and the t-shirt can’t quite cover all of me, as I’m sure you noticed. I only managed to button those jeans because I kept them down three inches from my actual, bloated waist. And this stupid bra! It fit just fine before I got knocked up, but by now I can barely stretch it enough to hook it in back. My boobs have gotten so much bigger already. My tits are really packed in there about as tight as they can be. I really need to go up a cup size. God, just talking about it makes me want to let my breasts free. If you don’t mind, of course.”
I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then slowly lower the cups with both hands. Even going so slowly and deliberately, my snugly held boobs pop out dramatically at their first chance. I was always chesty, but five pregnancies in now, my tits are seriously large, and they really hang. Heavy, pendulous, and nicely rounded. I’m proud of them, and my audience always seems pretty pumped when I take them out. Weird, right? People watching me camming like to see my bare breasts? What a bunch of perverts.
“Ohhhh, that is so much better! See how dark my nipples are? Before I ever got pregnant, they were barely darker than the rest of my boobs. After getting a bun in my oven the first time, they turned a much darker red. The nipples especially, but the areolas have gotten significantly darker, too. Even when I’m not pregnant, they’re still pretty dark now. Not like this, though. A nice, deep red when I’m knocked up, and I love it. And can you see how hard my nipples are? They get that way when I’m really turned on. Here, I’ll turn so you can see my profile. Isn’t that crazy?! They must stick out a whole inch. And see how huge my boobs are already? My milk hasn’t even come in! Five pregnancies will really give you a good rack, I’ll tell you.”
Unable to think of anything else to say about them, I jiggle, grip, and massage my tits for another 30 seconds or so, throwing in a few nipple pinches for good measure. I decide to take a less verbal approach for panty removal. Smiling at the camera slyly, I bring one hand down and start rubbing just above my clit, producing some very nice sensations I’m pretty sure my audience will be able to detect on my face. I stand up slowly, pinching a nipple with my tit hand while I go lower and lower with my pussy hand. Moans ensue, exaggerated but indicating genuine pleasure.
Finally, I take both hands and pull my panties halfway down my chubby thighs, then shimmy my waist to let them fall down the rest of the way hands-free. I keep a hand over my bush, not quite ready to give them the whole picture. I’m starting to get impatient. The video must be sufficiently long by now, I’m almost sure. I’m horny and sick of taking so damn long with every step of this. Everyone knows where this thing is heading anyway. I sit back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide to reveal my cunt completely. One hand squeezing a tit and one kneading my clit, I rub one out enthusiastically, cumming loudly for my audience.
A success overall, I think. It didn’t stay slow as I’d intended, but isn’t it hot for the performer to get horny enough that she just has to get to the orgasm? I think it’s fucking hot, at least. And that’s gonna be my metric for whether I’m succeeding at making these videos, I’ve just decided! Now, I’m having fun…
24 Weeks: JOI
JOI, or Jerk Off Instructions, is a very common mini-genre of porn these days. In direct address, you give detailed directions (in a sexy and commanding tone) on how you’d like your audience to masturbate. Just in case you’re reading this preggo’s sex-filled journal but haven’t ever seen pornography. All zero of you.
Anyway, I’ve got a slight problem with most of the JOI videos I’ve seen around: they’re too cock focused. It’s all about getting hard, stroking that shaft, cumming on tits. Did you know people without cocks can also watch and even enjoy pornography?! I don’t know who’ll be watching my video, so I figure I better give instructions for both cock and cunt.
I’m skipping the foreplay on this one and going completely nude from the start. If I’ll be demanding people jerk off while looking at me, it’s only fair that I give them the full view from the start. I sit on the edge of the bed, legs parted slightly so as to allow just a glimpse of vulva. My bump is currently cute and gently round, my pubic hair is freshly trimmed, and my nipples are almost painfully hard. I’m ready to begin. I start with one hand on my left tit and the other caressing my bump. I’ll be sure to throw in some cunt work as well.
“Do you like my smooth, round belly? Do you like my dark, hard nipples? How about my engorged pregnant pussy? I know you love it all, you pervs. I know I’m making your cunts wet and your cocks hard. I want you to take off your pants and underwear so you can get to those genitals nice and easily. Now if you’ve got a pussy, I want you to start rubbing those pussy lips, slowly up and down. [I demonstrate it all on myself.] When you’re towards the bottom of your pussy, stick a finger or two into your tight hole and spread some of those hot juices around the rest of you. When you’re towards the top, make sure you graze your clit, or even take a second to give it a good firm rub. Just like I’m doing right now. If you happen to be pregnant yourself, rub that belly for me. Keep going with your cunt, get everything nice and wet, feel that sexy button of yours. Now, I want you to stick two fingers right inside yourself and move them in and out while you firmly massage your throbbing clit with your thumb. Really fuck yourself with your hand, but do not for a second forget about that clitoris. It’s there for a reason, and I want you to rub it until you cum real hard for me. Really enjoy it; don’t be afraid to moan for your preggo ruler. Go a little faster. Faster than that, even. Feel it all. Watch me rub my pregnant pussy and think about me while you touch yourself. Keep rubbing your clit, but move your other hand to your tits and squeeze your hard nipples. Now cum for me. Go as fast as you can, press down and cum. Cum now. Do it for my slutty pregnant ass. I want to know I made you cum. You cum for me and me alone. Do not stop cumming.”
I stop right there, not really sure how to wrap it up. Should I say “thank you”? “Good job”? Unappealing ideas flow through my head, but I quickly recover and decide to move right along to the cock instructions. I mean, is anyone simultaneously jerking it to this and being critical of my transitions?
“All right, listen up if you’ve got a cock. If you’re not already hard after watching and listening to me jerk this pregnant pussy off, I don’t know what I can do for you. Now take your stiff, throbbing cock in one hand and start as slowly as you possibly can. [I start with the requisite standard jerk off motion with my right hand.] Move your hand up and down that long, rock hard shaft. Pay a little extra attention to the underside of the head of your cock. Rub it gently with two fingers. It’s an extra sensitive area, and it’ll help you cum real hard for me. If you’ve got a belly of your own, I want you to use your free hand to rub that thing real good for me. Stroke that cock faster. You love to look at this growing baby bump, don’t you? Do you want to cum on my tits? I want you to cum on my belly and rub it into me until my whole stomach is white, shiny, and sticky. Keep stroking, but don’t tense up. Focus on your breathing and relax: the orgasm will be better that way. And you can shoot further onto my belly. I love a man who can shoot far. I bet your load is gonna be huge. Coat me with your cum. Stroke, stroke, stroke. I think you’re ready to cum, and I know I’m ready for it. If you do have a bump, make sure you cum right onto it and rub that cum all the way in. Pretend it’s me. Pretend you’re pregnant even if you’re not, and cum onto that belly, swollen or not. Cum got me pregnant, got everyone pregnant. Now it’s gotta go all over all the bellies, get every bump nice and shiny. I want to be fully basted by the time you’re all done cumming.”
I do the jerk off motion in the air for a few more moments, wave awkwardly at the camera, stand up and stop the recording. I’m immediately yelling for Jarred to come in: I really do want some cum on my bump now.
29 Weeks: Trying on Clothes
A common preggo video features the trying on of clothes that no longer fit, especially non-maternity clothes that fit perfectly well prior to pregnancy. Many outfits are attempted, and they all fail to fit properly. They won’t button, they won’t zip, dresses no longer cover groin areas, etc. Mostly, though, the clothes are unable to fully cover the bump, baring varying degrees of belly skin in a tantalizing manner. Plus, there’s the nudity (or, at the very least, underwear) that comes between outfits. I’m currently carrying high, sporting a significantly protruding, round and smooth tear drop-shaped bump. Given that I tend to wear tight clothes even when not knocked up, I have no doubt that my pre-pregnancy clothes are going to show off much of my form, and generally fail to fit my new physique. Should result in some sexy fun.
I place a decent percentage of my wardrobe on the bed prior to shooting. I decide to start in a bathrobe, panties the only thing underneath. These two articles of clothing actually fit me right now, so there’ll be a nice contrast once I start with the articles that don’t. I don’t plan to talk much during this one, probably just making faux-annoyed noises and faces for the majority of my communication with my audience. I’ll have to at least mention what I’m doing at the top of the video, I suppose.
“Hi! I’m Annie, and I’m 29 weeks into my fifth pregnancy. I’m going to try on some of my pre-pregnancy clothes for you.” I loosen the robe and toss it to the side, revealing tits, bump, and panties. First, I grab a tan bra that hooks in the front. I get my arms into their straps and the cups nearly contain my growing bosom, but I’m a solid three inches from getting the two parts of the hook to even touch each other. An obvious result, but I mug for the camera nonetheless, frowning and shaking my head as I toss the garment aside. I realize that was the only bra I brought in the room, so I guess tits out and proud will be the MO for this vid. Not something my viewers are going to complain about, I’m betting.
I try to pull on a pair of form-fitting jeans, only to find that the form they were meant to fit is vastly different from my current one. They make it nearly halfway up my thighs before I have to give up on them. “God, even my legs are growing!” As a fetishist myself, I’m aware that whole body expansion is hot as hell for my intended audience. Obviously boobs getting too big for a bra is a sexy mishap, but they should enjoy my enlarged thighs, too. I try a t-shirt next, one that just barely reached down to my waist when not pregnant. Now, it’s hovering two inches above my navel, and it’s uncomfortably tight on my breasts. To the discard pile with it. I grab a button-up collared short-sleeved shirt and begin fastening buttons just below my neck. I make it maybe a third of the way down my bump before I’m prevented from any more buttoning, the two sides of the shirt splaying out on either side of my center’s engorgement. It’s a good view of the bare belly for everyone.
Taking the button-down off, I go for a midi bodycon dress. Then a hoodie. A pair of sweatpants. A sweater. A miniskirt. The results are all the same: nothing will fasten properly or cover my bump. I make a number of annoyed-sounding grunts, contort my face into expressions of frustration, and make occasional comments like, “I’m so fucking huge, this is getting embarrassing!” It’s all pretty fun, though the acting aspect gets tiresome quickly. The audience knows what the results of the clothing attempts are going to be just as well as I do, but the inconvenience of this part of pregnancy is a common turn-on that has to be played up. Watching other people’s similar videos, I’m more into the irked preggos, too, to be honest. It’s simply the hotter way to go. And I want to be hot so my viewers will be more likely to jerk it to me. I’m thinking about all the cum that could result from my videos, and I quickly rub one out before cleaning up my clothes.
31 Weeks: Sex with Jarred
I’ve stripped, I’ve masturbated, and I’ve generally shown off my entire nude body on the videos I’ve been shooting. Never mind the hours upon hours I’ve spent nude (topless, at least) in front of the computer for my relatively boring daily camming streams. It all feels rather safe to me, so I decide to take a bit of a leap and invite Jarred to join me for a shoot. I’m getting ever bigger bump-wise, of course, but I’m not yet big and cumbersome enough to make sex particularly difficult. Still up for shooting a sex scene, though maybe not for much longer. We’ll strike while the iron’s hot!
“I’m Annie, and I’m 31 weeks into my fifth pregnancy. This is my husband, Jarred. We’re going to fuck now.” Little else needs to be said, I decide. We start out nude, neither of us seeing the point in dragging the video out via clothes removal. We’re sitting next to each other with our legs over the side of the bed, both of us spreading out enough to clearly display our genitals. I bend down to take him in my mouth, his cock instantly starting to stiffen. He leans back and supports himself with one hand behind his back, his other hand firmly gripping my belly. Once he’s hard, I sit back up and take his erection in my hand. My other hand’s been working on my cunt since the moment the scene started. I’m very much enjoying having a partner for a shoot, and I only get seven or eight pumps into jerking him off before I have my first orgasm. A real pro at this point, I’m able to moan through it without ceasing Jarred’s cock massage.
He moans ever so slightly as I continue to stroke, and I realize we should probably start mixing things up if I want to get more variety in before he cums. I get up and reposition myself, straddling him while we’re both still facing the camera. A sitting reverse cowgirl, I guess you’d call it. I bob up and down on his cock, moaning in pleasure at the depths within me he’s reaching. He’s reaching around me, rubbing my belly and grabbing my tits as we fuck. I cum for the second time, knocking his hand out of the way so I can grasp both tits as I climax. Dismounting, I go to Jarred’s side on my hands and knees. Right behind me now on his knees, we fuck doggy-style for the camera, in profile so my hanging belly is clearly seen. I hold my hanging and swaying bump with one arm and rub my clit with the other. Jarred holds my bump in one hand and his left tit in the other.
We’re in this position for two or three minutes when I feel his dick twitching inside me. I disengage and sit on the edge of the bed once again. He knows what to do from here. Still oh his knees, he positions himself just above me, cock resting on my bump. To help produce the friction necessary to finish him off, I use a hand to firmly press him into my belly’s flesh as he thrusts. One hand remains on my cunt as I near my third orgasm of the shoot. We both love a good bumpjob, and we climax at the same time. I’m basted by his load, which we both proceed to rub completely into my bump. I’m shiny, sticky, and very pleased with how this all went. It was a pretty simple fuck, but I think my viewers will like to see me in a bit of hardcore action. And pregnancy fans tend to love cum on a preggo’s belly as much as we do. Everyone wins.
33 Weeks: Cop & Criminal
After I posted my scene with Jarred, I got a flood of likes, subscriptions, and messages. I’d thought my videos were going over well before, but now people seemed to really be getting into my content at a level I hadn’t anticipated. This being all about exhibitionism at its core, I’m thrilled to know there are more and more eyes on me, getting more and more enjoyment out of my pregnant antics. Their jerking off to me is remote, of course, but I wish so badly I could get my hands (or bump, more accurately) on just a small portion of the cum my videos was inspiring. I love thinking about the sheer volume of cum that is being produced in honor of my maternal form. My masturbation during cam streams was getting more frequent as these thoughts got stuck in my head. I’m horny all the fucking time, just as a preggo perv should be.
Along with my newfound semi-popularity came a fair number of requests for custom videos. I had gotten a few before, but they involved step-parent role play, golden showers, alien impregnation, and a few other topics I wasn’t fully comfortable exploring. No judgements whatsoever, they just don’t happen to be my cups of erotic tea. Now, though, I was getting enough offers to be able to pick and choose, and it wasn’t so hard to find ideas I could get into. The first one I chose is a role play scenario wherein I’ll be a cop speaking directly (via looking into the camera, of course) to a criminal. My client, Sam, was paying well, only needed the video to be a few minutes long, and allowed me most of the creative control. Pretty sweet gig! I ordered a men’s XXL cop costume online: I could just barely get it buttoned over my bump. If the client’s anything like me, the strained buttons and gaps forced open between them will be a real turn-on. I’ve also got the police cap and badge to add to the outfit, and a riot baton to boot. Completing the look, I picked up a pair of maternity khakis. Everything planned out, I’m ready to shoot the thing. All dressed up and holding the riot baton, I press Record and sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’ve really done it this time, Sam. [I hold the baton in one hand, using it to lightly tap the other hand’s open palm repeatedly in a slightly sexy threat.] You think you can just get away with it, don’t you? Because of our history together, you think you can treat this like a joke and I won’t get you into any trouble? Back up there, buddy. It’s been years since we were together, and I have clearly moved on. [I rub my bump for emphasis.] That’s right, I’m going to have a baby in just a few weeks. I’ve been with my husband for two and a half years, and we’re very happy. I’m way over you, Sam. And I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. [I pause for a few moments, lost in feigned thought.] Although…well, maybe we can help each other out after all. My husband is really terrific and all, but since I got pregnant…he hasn’t touched me. He always says I look beautiful, I’m glowing, all the usual shit people say to make knocked up girls feel better about themselves. But he’s weirded out that our baby’s in there. [I pat my belly.] Nothing sexual whatsoever has gone on for the past 8 months. Even before I was showing, he was too put off by it to sleep with me. I’ve had the doctor assure him sex is perfectly healthy during pregnancy, and he doesn’t dispute it. He’s just…grossed out by the thought of fucking me while the baby’s in there, I think.”
I put down the baton, remove my cap and shake my hair down. I unbutton the top few buttons of my top, revealing some serious cleavage. I unbutton the bottom buttons up to the top of my bump, spreading the two sides of the shirt purposefully to show my bare gravid glory. My hands are now occupied with rubbing my bump seductively in slow circles. Just a few buttons in the middle pf the shirt remain fastened, basically functioning solely to cover my braless tits for the time being.
“We always had a good time in bed, didn’t we Sam? I mean…we were really uninhibited, like I haven’t had with anyone else before or since. And, I hate to embarrass you with this, but I do remember you telling me at one time that you thought pregnant women were…sexy, I think you said? So, we know we’ve got some sexual chemistry, we know you’re into my preggo body, and I’m absolutely dying for a fuck. Let’s say, maybe, you help me satisfy my needs, and I can look the other way on your little criminal activity? Yeah, I thought you’d be into it. You love watching me rub my big bump, don’t you? [I unfasten the last few buttons, bare breasts plopping down onto the top of my belly.] How about my pregnant tits, all swollen with milk? You could suck them, if you want. And I think you will absolutely love my engorged pregnant pussy. It’s so tight and wet, I can barely keep my hands off it myself. Why don’t we just get rid of all these clothes, huh? I want to see that cock of yours again.”
I stand up, removing my unbuttoned shirt completely. I unfasten and pull down my khakis, revealing my underwear-free pubic region, hair pretty unkempt by this point in the pregnancy. I sit back down, legs spread generously to reveal my cunt in all its glory. I grab the baton again, figuring its phallic shape’ll make it a good cock substitute. I hold it in one hand and stroke it with the other.
“My body’s got you super hard, doesn’t it? You can touch my belly if you want. There you go. Nice and firm, right? How about these swollen pussy lips? You’re going to have to do some work down there in a minute, I think. Wait…are you starting to come already? You’re really, really hard, and I swear I just felt your cock starting to twitch. It’s okay, really. I’m flattered you find me so hot that you’re cumming from just a few minutes of stroking your rock hard cock. You’ll just have to help me out once I’m done with you.”
Positioning it directly above my belly, I start stroking the baton faster and harder. I go at it for about 30 seconds, then hold it in place just resting against the top of my bump. I’m not sure exactly how to act out an orgasm with a phallic piece of plastic, but I think furious stroking followed by holding the substitute dick in place is a pretty good approximation of a cock shooting rope onto a bump. The rest probably has to be done verbally.
“Oh my God, you’re cumming so much! My bump is totally covered! You always did have the biggest loads, I almost forgot. Fuck, I am a mess! Let me just rub it in so it doesn’t drip all over the place. [I massage my belly thoroughly with both hands.] There we go, it’ll get right into my skin. I’m so shiny! All those pearls of cum you shot onto me have got me fully glazed. Here, feel: it’s nice and sticky, especially where you can see the white still. This is so fucking sexy. I wish my husband would cum on my belly. I might need to treat myself to this more often…Wait, don’t get up and leave just yet. [I point down to my exposed cunt.] Get down there, Sam, you’ve got some time to serve before I can let you leave.”
Continuing to rub my bump all the while, I throw my head back in mock ecstasy, imagining someone eating me out. I moan, shudder, and smile widely. Finally, I exhale deeply. “Okay, you’re free to go. Don’t let me catch you pulling that shit again. Or…do let me catch you…”
36 Weeks: Labor Pains
Okay, this one is just a bit outside my comfort zone, but I feel like pushing myself a bit. A prospective client asked me to make a custom video for him in which I act as though I’m in labor, contractions and all. At 36 weeks into my fifth pregnancy, I look very much the part of a pregnant woman who could quite plausibly begin the labor process. My bump has dropped, the baby in position for delivery. I’m fucking huge and swollen just about everywhere, my nipples are leaking constantly, and there’s no getting comfortable or sleeping for more than an hour at a time. So, yeah, I can absolutely pass for full term and imminently giving birth, even if I’m not actually quite there yet.
The client is significantly more specific in his requests than my previous one was, which I appreciate given my relative discomfort with the subject. Of course, this isn’t really outside my wheelhouse at all. I’ve gone through labor four times already, delivering vaginally every time (even with fucking triplets!). Two of the six babies I birthed were even biologically my own. Thus, I’m quite familiar with the mechanics, sequence of events, and feelings in play with this scenario. It’s the acting part that’s got me slightly worried, I guess. The contraction pains themselves were never really a sexy part of the pregnancy experience for me, so I relate to this custom a bit less than I did to the objectively hot scenario of a pregnant cop blackmailing a criminal into sex. This pornographic enterprise of mine is a job, I’m reminding myself, and not just another tool to help me in my preggo quest to orgasm constantly. Someone has requested my professional services for an entirely reasonable product. My difficulty getting into a horny mindset regarding this particular video is something I really hope to be able to overcome. So, I’m jumping right the fuck in. Maybe I’ll find it hot after all. How can I even guess how I’ll feel before I’ve even tried it?
I’m to be dressed in loungewear, sweatpants and a tank top, with bra and panties underneath. I’ll begin fully clothed but get overheated from the painful labor exertion and eventually be clad only in my underwear. He doesn’t want me to get fully nude at any point, though. That’s just not part of his fantasy, I suppose. (Or maybe he’s just sick of seeing me publicly flaunt my tits and cunt…) I’m supposed to grip my stomach tightly during my pretend contractions, moan frequently, put myself into a myriad of positions attempting to get comfortable, and engage in plenty of self-talk about how difficult but worth it this whole process is. I really do appreciate his specificity in all this. Not entirely understanding what makes this scenario sexy for him, it’s relieving to have a great deal of his turn-ons spelled out explicitly. I don my loungewear, hit Record, and sit cross-legged on the bed with both hands rubbing my belly.
“So…I think I might be in labor. I really thought I was having Braxton Hicks contractions, as I have periodically for the past six weeks or so. But, as they’ve gotten more frequent and more intense, I’ve realized this is not practice. It’s full-on fucking labor. I’m scared, to be honest. I know this will probably be the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. Shit, these contractions are already about as painful as anything that’s occurred in my life. Oh fuck…”
I grip my baby bump tightly on both sides, fingers spread out as far as they’ll go. My eyes are closed, head down, and I’m breathing heavily enough for it to register on the audio. A moan or two get thrown in for good measure. In reality, you’re supposed to head to the hospital for delivery when your contractions last for about a minute and occur approximately every five minutes over the course of an hour. In this pretty short video, on the other hand, the contractions are probably going to end up coming every minute or two, if that. He’s going to want to see a lot of contractions in a pretty short period of time. I’m probably not going to hold most of them for an entire minute, either. Also, my water most certainly would’ve broken by this point in the process, which is not being addressed in the video. Apparently the involuntary and sudden release of amniotic fluid is not part of his specific set of fetishes. Writing that sentence kind of turned me on, though. I don’t even know what the fuck’s going on with me at the moment. Maybe I’ll check back in once I’ve completed this video. I stop moaning and audibly breathing, release my grip on my bump, open my eyes and raise my head. I stand up, pacing back and forth in front of the camera with one hand on my belly and the other on my back.
“Okay, okay, okay. That wasn’t too…no, it was pretty bad. Goddamn, that hurts. My stomach feels harder than a basketball during the contractions, it’s really nuts. They’re coming every few minutes now, and they’ve gotta be close to a minute long. The baby’s must be coming soon. It’ll be worth…it’ll be worth it. Of course. It’s a fucking baby, I’ve wanted it my entire life. But my God is this painful. I knew it was supposed to be really bad, but I don’t think there’s any way to really prepare yourself. And the not being able to predict when the next one’s coming really sucks. I guess I’m probably standing for the next one. Sitting on the bed didn’t go great, that’s for sure. And here we go…”
I stop dead in my tracks, gasping sharply followed by loud, deep moaning. My hands grip my belly again. About 15 seconds in, I transition from moans to very deep breaths. I face the ceiling, remembering this as a position I occasionally took during my most desperate-feeling labor moments. After another 20 seconds or so of this position, I let my arms drop to my sides, my chin drop to my chest. I’m silent for a few moments. “I’m fucking burning up.” I unceremoniously remove sweatpants and tank top, tossing them on the floor and leaving myself clad only in underwear, as requested. I sit down on the floor with my back against the bed, legs spread out with my belly resting on the floor between them. I’m incessantly rubbing my bump, as I recall doing throughout all my labors (and, who am I kidding, for the majorities of all my gestations I couldn’t keep my hands off myself!).
“All right, I should have a bit more back support here, that could help. And, I feel like I breathed through that one a little more successfully than I have been. I can’t get over how rock hard my belly gets. I wish I could experience that without all the pain, it’d be pretty amazing taken on its own. The doctor said just a few days ago that the baby was in birthing position already, so I don’t need to worry about that. One thing not to be concerned about, I guess. Anything helps at this point, really. How long has it been since the last one now? Two minutes maybe? It’s getting so hard to tell, but it’d be nice if I could prepare myself somewhat. They really are getting super close together. This baby is coming out soon, and I do not feel ready. My pussy’s going to be absolutely shredded. All right, no need to think about that right now, not the issue at this exact moment. Ohhhhhhhh, here we go…”
I bend my head and chest down as far as they’ll go towards the floor, embracing my bump with both arms. I stay perfectly still and quiet for a solid 30 seconds. Then some audible but controlled breathing for another 30. I finally lift my head towards the camera. “I think it’s just about time to start pushing.”
It ends there. I really hope the client enjoys this one: I had a lot more fun making it than I thought I would. It even turned me on a fair amount! You never really know what will, after all.
37 Weeks: Various Bump Moisturizers
My next custom request feels like an absolute gift, as it’s something I 100% would’ve done for free had I thought of it myself. The client wants me to rub various moisturizers into my belly. Baby oil, shea butter, and cum, to be precise. I’ll need to bring in Jarred for a few minutes on that last one, obviously. He’s never begrudged me a load before, so I don’t see it being a problem. The client also requested a camera angle that’s as close to 100% belly as I can manage. He doesn’t care about faces, legs, tits, pussy, any of it: he just wants to watch me rub things into my bump. Sounds easy, fun, and, again, like something I’d probably do anyway. I’m so fucking huge and tired at this point in the pregnancy, I’m just happy I don’t have to exert myself much, mentally or physically. No talking, no walking, just a little rubbing. I gather the requisite materials (Jarred’s on standby) and manage to get the camera to be about 95% filled with belly.
First comes the baby oil. I drip it onto my bump liberally and rub it into every square inch of abdominal skin. I’m shimmering with it, looking slick as all hell. I love the feeling and the smell as well as the great visual element. Three minutes of rubbing in the baby oil go by, and it’s on to the shea butter. The process for this is almost identical to how I treated myself with the baby oil. Biggest difference being shea butter’s opacity and baby oil’s transparency, I suppose. Another three minutes with this moisturizer, and I call Jarred in. His cock is allowed into the frame: I checked with the client beforehand. He’s already hard when he comes in the room, having apparently prepared himself ahead of time. Hands already slick with lubricating agents, I give him a smooth and fast handjob (three minutes once again!) and, of course, have him finish on my bump. I rub it in very thoroughly once the cock’s out of the frame. And…that’s the entire video.
Huh. I had thought that’d be more interesting to share. I guess I was just really excited about it, as it required so little from me. And it came with a paycheck. I had a nice time and my client enjoyed the resulting product. Not much else to say, really. I feel I miscalculated in recording this particular video’s story here, but no matter. Upwards and onwards!
39 Weeks: Fetish Shaming
I’m glad my final custom client just wants a video of me talking, because I’m incapable of doing much more than that at this point in my pregnancy. I could have the baby any day now, and you’d absolutely know it by looking at me. I’ve completely stopped live streaming cam shows: I can’t promise any patrons I’ll be able to muster up the energy to rub one out for them, so I’d feel bad accepting any of their money just for sitting there with my leaky tits out. This pregnancy is at everyone’s favorite stage, when the easiest way to get yourself around your own goddamn home is to lift your absurdly swollen gut with both hands and lug it with you every single step of the way. On the plus side, there is some noticeable muscle definition developing in my arms.
My client made it abundantly clear to me that he is not, as a matter of fact, ashamed of his pregnancy fetish. He is, however, very much into domineering women belittling him. So, mix those two kinks together, and you end up with a video of gigantically pregnant me being truly cruel to an offscreen stranger. It’s hard for me to figure out what to say at first, as, similarly to my client, I see absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in my or anyone else’s fetish for preggos. Further than that, I don’t see anything to be ashamed of in just about any (law observing) fetish you could come up with. I’m briefly stymied about how to act like I find his (and my) fetish disgusting, but a viable method of approach comes to me pretty quickly. All I have to do is talk about the things I and my fellow pervs love about the pregnant, but do so with a negative spin. You’ll see more clearly what I’m talking about shortly. I wear a knee length low-cut strapless black (maternity) dress with black fuck me pumps, just as requested. My tits are just barely contained, and I think my bump might strain the stretchy material until it gets thin and translucent looking. Whatever, (probably) my last pregnancy, not too concerned about the condition of my maternity wardrobe. I hit Record. I sit on the edge of the bed with one leg over the other, also as requested. Managing to sit in this way in my gravid state will be the hardest part of this venture, no doubt in my mind. No nudity for this client, though he does push for plenty of belly and breast rubbing/grabbing. I can certainly oblige him.
“I know you’re staring at my belly, you fucking pervert. I catch you doing it all the time. There’s a baby inside there, you know. Nothing sexual’s going on, unless you’re all fucked up in the head like you apparently are. Ordinary people do not look at me the creepy-ass way you do. I get bigger and your tiny schlong gets harder, right? Is that basically what happens? Don’t think I haven’t seen you eye-fucking my breasts, too. Yes, they’ve gotten a lot bigger. [I give my tits a quick squeeze.] THEY’RE FILLED WITH MILK! FOR A FUCKING BABY! It’s hot to you that my body is swelling so that I can provide for and nurture my child? That’s real sexy, huh? Fucking disgusting. It’s just so arousing for you that my lovely husband and I want to grow our wonderful family. How the fuck does this even happen to a person? Did a pregnant teacher kick the shit out of you while you were in the middle of puberty? What the fuck kind of brain signals got all tangled together to make you such a deviant?”
I look down at the floor, trying my best to provide a visage of disgust and anger. I pull my dress further down my legs and further up my tits. I feign modesty and embarrassment at being seen in my current state. I stare into the camera lens again.
“So, what, you want to fuck a pregnant woman because she can’t get pregnant twice? Are you that scared of the responsibilities that come with having a child? Pregnant women are more often than not in committed relationships, but still you lust after them. Could there be a more obvious sign that they’re not interested in fucking you than the baby making their stomachs visibly swell? They’re taken, but you just can’t fucking help yourself. Creep. Our bodies are changing so that we can carry, give birth to and nurture a new life, not so that you can get an eyeful of our curves. [I shake my head in mock disappointment.] Pathetic. Just truly fucking pathetic. There’s nothing more wholesome than starting a family, but you just have to poison the whole thing with your pointless lust. No pregnant woman is going to fuck you, and, once they get to know you, no woman is ever going to let you get them pregnant yourself. You’ll never even touch an expectant mother, and I thank God for that. Are you even able to do your part to conceive a child? I bet your sperm is no good. Or if your prick even works. Maybe that’s why you got yourself so obsessed with pregnancy. You know it’s not attainable for you to impregnate someone, so it’s become this big sexual fantasy that all us normal, procreating folks just have to suffer through. Why don’t you just leave us the fuck alone already.”
I sigh loudly and switch the positions of my legs, right under left instead of left under right. I’m stalling for time, frankly, scrambling in my head for more to say to this pretend deviant. Coming up empty, I just shake my head for a few seconds, smile with anger in my eyes, and stop the recording. Twenty minutes after I send the video over to my client, he emails me back asking when I can shoot the sequel. Not that I’m in a position to do so, but it’s nice to know he got off on the product. I thought it came out pretty sexy myself. I let Jarred watch it, and he got off a few times, too. We’re all just perverts doing our best.
Epilogue: The End.
It’s all over. I gave birth two weeks ago, vaginally once again. Last week, Dr. Lucas performed my hysterectomy. I did not back out this time. No more uterus, no more pregnancies. Jarred had his uterus out after his last pregnancy, too, so this family is officially retired from the baby-making business. It’s sad, but 11 gestations and 14 babies between the two of us is nothing to shake a stick at. And we’re both really fucking exhausted.
I’m a bit sad that this final journal focused so much on me alone, but I did get plenty of sexy times in with Jarred and some random preggos we picked up along the way. You pervs just didn’t get to read about it this time. It was a lot of fun doing some porn, and it definitely turns me on that a lot of the videos I made will live indefinitely online. I might just watch one with Jarred tonight, and it might just inspire us to bring home a horny preggo or two. The hunt never ends…
Annie here, once again. Fifth goddamn time! If you’ve been keeping up with his journals as well as mine, you know by now that Jarred’s had a hysterectomy, putting an end to his string of pregnancies. He had six pregnancies, including one twinner, bringing the total number of babies he carried to seven. This is my fifth (and final, I swear to you) pregnancy, and I carried triplets during one of my gestations: that’ll bring me to seven as well, and we’ll be nice and tied! Really, I’m not all that competitive. I certainly wouldn’t’ve embarked on this pregnancy only to tie Jarred. Especially since I’ll always hold the record for most babies carried at once. Again, though, I’m really not competitive: I just like giving Jarred a hard time once in a while.
I thought I was on my last during my previous pregnancy. Then, while I was full term, Jarred and I made and posted online a video of us fucking. It was by no means our first rodeo when it came to recording ourselves, but we’d never shared any of our content with the world. Once we posted the video we intended for public consumption, I simply could not stop thinking about it. In a good way, not in a “what the fuck have we done?!” way. I’m a serious exhibitionist when pregnant, and the thought of so many strangers watching (and masturbating to!) my gravid form as my husband fucked me…it really, really turned me on. And continues to do so more than a year later at this point. We framed the video so as not to show our faces, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I really want to be out there in all my potentially-recognizable glory, loud and proud about my pregnancy fetish.
The thoughts of doing more porn and really showing myself grew more and more persistent and hard to ignore. So, I decided I’d become a pregnant cam girl. One last gestation, captured in all its glory for perverts (myself included) to enjoy in perpetuity. Luckily, Dr. Lucas doesn’t ask about your motives for getting knocked up before he’ll implant an embryo in you. Five months ago, I got a positive pregnancy test yet again. I’ve been showing for a few weeks now, and I’ve been camming since the first day I could detect abdominal growth in the mirror. I just could not wait to start!
A lot of the work, I’m finding out through my own experience along with watching other cam girls, is pretty goddamned boring. You sit at your computer in various states of undress, chatting with people who may contribute money to your show. You’re usually heading for a certain monetary goal which, when met, means you’ll reveal more of yourself or masturbate or what have you. You’ll put on more of a show the more money you can get out of people, basically. These videos of just sitting there, typing, bump usually bare, tits sometimes out, occasionally flashing some pussy…they’re a chore, to be honest. The punctuation of reaching a goal and rubbing one out for the camera is a nice change of pace, but these events are few and far between.
So…why in the hell am I starting a journal about something so boring? Because at times, it truly is really fun. Rarely during the run-of-the-mill streaming sessions, but not infrequently when making vids of yourself to post later, or when shooting the occasional custom video for a generous fan. Maybe some of this fun stuff would be better categorized as amateur porn rather than camming, I’m not 100% on the lingo just yet. Anyway, a handful of these more interesting occurrences are what I’ll be focusing on here. For the first few weeks of this pornographic adventure, I thought the entire thing might be a bust. But, a few interesting videos have recently come out of it, including one I shot yesterday that really made me want to start writing about my experiences for all of you…
22 Weeks: The Slow Strip
Rather than sticking to the cam girl formula that’s been boring me so thoroughly, I decide to shoot a video of myself to post later rather than streaming my content live. I settle on a slow, methodical, playfully teasing striptease as a good place to start this new endeavor. When I started camming, Jarred and I moved a full-size bed into our home office, on which I’ve been doing the more active parts of my streaming sessions. It’s a fine set-up for shooting my no-live-audience video, too.
I’m wearing a cardigan over a skintight t-shirt, leggings under my jeans, and, setting this apart from my usual shows, a bra and panties. Plenty of pieces of clothing for me to remove seductively, in other words. I hit the Record button on my camera and position myself to be filmed on the bed. I rub my bump with one hand as I stare into the lens, not uttering a word for a solid 30 seconds. “Do you like my belly?” I address the camera directly as I arch my back, pushing my abdomen out as far as I can. “Let me give you a little bit of a better view,” as I pat my stomach affectionately. I slowly take off the cardigan, unnecessarily stretching my arms way up so that my t-shirt rides all the way up past my navel. The shirt stays lifted a bit, and I caress my modest bump with both hands. “It’s so firm, but my skin’s so soft. Fuck, these jeans have gotten so tight…”
I get off the bed and face away from the camera, leaning over as I pull my jeans down and providing a nice close view of my ass in tight black leggings. Reaching behind myself, I rub my ass with both hands, gently stroking my pussy (through leggings and panties still) whenever my hands near it. Frankly, I’m wondering how I can really stretch this out to a satisfying video length. Jerking off doesn’t take all that long for most folks, I’m pretty sure, but I want to give them at least five minutes. Maybe I should’ve worn more layers? A sweatshirt, a jacket, shoes and socks? Would’ve been kind of ridiculous, I think. I sit back down, legs hanging over the side of the bed. The bump rubbing never stops, and I even throw in a few conspicuous tit grabs and crotch strokes. More talking should fill out the running time, I figure. Slowly paced and sensual, I remind myself…
“Do you like seeing my bare bump? I bet you’d like to see more of me, wouldn’t you? Well, we’ll just have to see what I might show you. Eventually. We’ll take this reeeeeeeaaaal slowly. Do you like my titties, too? They’re nice and firm in my hands. My nipples have gotten so dark already. You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself what color they are today, I guess. Maybe I can just show you my bra for now.”
I pull my shirt off, revealing my lacy black brassiere and more-than-ample breasts. Holding the bottom of the bra in both hands, I jiggle my breasts so my cleavage shimmies for my viewers. My left hand stays at my tits, rubbing the soft skin the low-cut bra reveals. My right hand goes back to my belly, rubbing lower and lower towards my crotch. I tease for a solid minute, mostly focusing on the bump but repeatedly making glancing contact with my pussy. I’ve spent long enough with pants on, I think. “Do you want to see my panties? They match the bra. These leggings have gotten a little too hot…” I stand again to slowly pull down my leggings. Stepping out of them, I rub my bare inner thighs with both hands, then sit back down with my legs crossed. My lacy black panties have been revealed, but I’m not providing my audience an easy look at my crotch just yet. I’m pretty sure you save the genitals for last in a striptease, after all. It just makes sense that the bra needs to come off before the panties do. I’ll have to work my way to the titty reveal, now.
“Oh, this feels soooo much better. This room is way too hot…and I’m getting pretty hot myself, if you catch my drift. These soft, creamy legs need to breathe sometimes, you know? And in between them could use a little air, too…if you’re good and patient. All my clothes are getting so damned tight as my body just keeps swelling and swelling in so many different places. I could barely get that cardigan to button over my belly, and the t-shirt can’t quite cover all of me, as I’m sure you noticed. I only managed to button those jeans because I kept them down three inches from my actual, bloated waist. And this stupid bra! It fit just fine before I got knocked up, but by now I can barely stretch it enough to hook it in back. My boobs have gotten so much bigger already. My tits are really packed in there about as tight as they can be. I really need to go up a cup size. God, just talking about it makes me want to let my breasts free. If you don’t mind, of course.”
I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then slowly lower the cups with both hands. Even going so slowly and deliberately, my snugly held boobs pop out dramatically at their first chance. I was always chesty, but five pregnancies in now, my tits are seriously large, and they really hang. Heavy, pendulous, and nicely rounded. I’m proud of them, and my audience always seems pretty pumped when I take them out. Weird, right? People watching me camming like to see my bare breasts? What a bunch of perverts.
“Ohhhh, that is so much better! See how dark my nipples are? Before I ever got pregnant, they were barely darker than the rest of my boobs. After getting a bun in my oven the first time, they turned a much darker red. The nipples especially, but the areolas have gotten significantly darker, too. Even when I’m not pregnant, they’re still pretty dark now. Not like this, though. A nice, deep red when I’m knocked up, and I love it. And can you see how hard my nipples are? They get that way when I’m really turned on. Here, I’ll turn so you can see my profile. Isn’t that crazy?! They must stick out a whole inch. And see how huge my boobs are already? My milk hasn’t even come in! Five pregnancies will really give you a good rack, I’ll tell you.”
Unable to think of anything else to say about them, I jiggle, grip, and massage my tits for another 30 seconds or so, throwing in a few nipple pinches for good measure. I decide to take a less verbal approach for panty removal. Smiling at the camera slyly, I bring one hand down and start rubbing just above my clit, producing some very nice sensations I’m pretty sure my audience will be able to detect on my face. I stand up slowly, pinching a nipple with my tit hand while I go lower and lower with my pussy hand. Moans ensue, exaggerated but indicating genuine pleasure.
Finally, I take both hands and pull my panties halfway down my chubby thighs, then shimmy my waist to let them fall down the rest of the way hands-free. I keep a hand over my bush, not quite ready to give them the whole picture. I’m starting to get impatient. The video must be sufficiently long by now, I’m almost sure. I’m horny and sick of taking so damn long with every step of this. Everyone knows where this thing is heading anyway. I sit back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide to reveal my cunt completely. One hand squeezing a tit and one kneading my clit, I rub one out enthusiastically, cumming loudly for my audience.
A success overall, I think. It didn’t stay slow as I’d intended, but isn’t it hot for the performer to get horny enough that she just has to get to the orgasm? I think it’s fucking hot, at least. And that’s gonna be my metric for whether I’m succeeding at making these videos, I’ve just decided! Now, I’m having fun…
24 Weeks: JOI
JOI, or Jerk Off Instructions, is a very common mini-genre of porn these days. In direct address, you give detailed directions (in a sexy and commanding tone) on how you’d like your audience to masturbate. Just in case you’re reading this preggo’s sex-filled journal but haven’t ever seen pornography. All zero of you.
Anyway, I’ve got a slight problem with most of the JOI videos I’ve seen around: they’re too cock focused. It’s all about getting hard, stroking that shaft, cumming on tits. Did you know people without cocks can also watch and even enjoy pornography?! I don’t know who’ll be watching my video, so I figure I better give instructions for both cock and cunt.
I’m skipping the foreplay on this one and going completely nude from the start. If I’ll be demanding people jerk off while looking at me, it’s only fair that I give them the full view from the start. I sit on the edge of the bed, legs parted slightly so as to allow just a glimpse of vulva. My bump is currently cute and gently round, my pubic hair is freshly trimmed, and my nipples are almost painfully hard. I’m ready to begin. I start with one hand on my left tit and the other caressing my bump. I’ll be sure to throw in some cunt work as well.
“Do you like my smooth, round belly? Do you like my dark, hard nipples? How about my engorged pregnant pussy? I know you love it all, you pervs. I know I’m making your cunts wet and your cocks hard. I want you to take off your pants and underwear so you can get to those genitals nice and easily. Now if you’ve got a pussy, I want you to start rubbing those pussy lips, slowly up and down. [I demonstrate it all on myself.] When you’re towards the bottom of your pussy, stick a finger or two into your tight hole and spread some of those hot juices around the rest of you. When you’re towards the top, make sure you graze your clit, or even take a second to give it a good firm rub. Just like I’m doing right now. If you happen to be pregnant yourself, rub that belly for me. Keep going with your cunt, get everything nice and wet, feel that sexy button of yours. Now, I want you to stick two fingers right inside yourself and move them in and out while you firmly massage your throbbing clit with your thumb. Really fuck yourself with your hand, but do not for a second forget about that clitoris. It’s there for a reason, and I want you to rub it until you cum real hard for me. Really enjoy it; don’t be afraid to moan for your preggo ruler. Go a little faster. Faster than that, even. Feel it all. Watch me rub my pregnant pussy and think about me while you touch yourself. Keep rubbing your clit, but move your other hand to your tits and squeeze your hard nipples. Now cum for me. Go as fast as you can, press down and cum. Cum now. Do it for my slutty pregnant ass. I want to know I made you cum. You cum for me and me alone. Do not stop cumming.”
I stop right there, not really sure how to wrap it up. Should I say “thank you”? “Good job”? Unappealing ideas flow through my head, but I quickly recover and decide to move right along to the cock instructions. I mean, is anyone simultaneously jerking it to this and being critical of my transitions?
“All right, listen up if you’ve got a cock. If you’re not already hard after watching and listening to me jerk this pregnant pussy off, I don’t know what I can do for you. Now take your stiff, throbbing cock in one hand and start as slowly as you possibly can. [I start with the requisite standard jerk off motion with my right hand.] Move your hand up and down that long, rock hard shaft. Pay a little extra attention to the underside of the head of your cock. Rub it gently with two fingers. It’s an extra sensitive area, and it’ll help you cum real hard for me. If you’ve got a belly of your own, I want you to use your free hand to rub that thing real good for me. Stroke that cock faster. You love to look at this growing baby bump, don’t you? Do you want to cum on my tits? I want you to cum on my belly and rub it into me until my whole stomach is white, shiny, and sticky. Keep stroking, but don’t tense up. Focus on your breathing and relax: the orgasm will be better that way. And you can shoot further onto my belly. I love a man who can shoot far. I bet your load is gonna be huge. Coat me with your cum. Stroke, stroke, stroke. I think you’re ready to cum, and I know I’m ready for it. If you do have a bump, make sure you cum right onto it and rub that cum all the way in. Pretend it’s me. Pretend you’re pregnant even if you’re not, and cum onto that belly, swollen or not. Cum got me pregnant, got everyone pregnant. Now it’s gotta go all over all the bellies, get every bump nice and shiny. I want to be fully basted by the time you’re all done cumming.”
I do the jerk off motion in the air for a few more moments, wave awkwardly at the camera, stand up and stop the recording. I’m immediately yelling for Jarred to come in: I really do want some cum on my bump now.
29 Weeks: Trying on Clothes
A common preggo video features the trying on of clothes that no longer fit, especially non-maternity clothes that fit perfectly well prior to pregnancy. Many outfits are attempted, and they all fail to fit properly. They won’t button, they won’t zip, dresses no longer cover groin areas, etc. Mostly, though, the clothes are unable to fully cover the bump, baring varying degrees of belly skin in a tantalizing manner. Plus, there’s the nudity (or, at the very least, underwear) that comes between outfits. I’m currently carrying high, sporting a significantly protruding, round and smooth tear drop-shaped bump. Given that I tend to wear tight clothes even when not knocked up, I have no doubt that my pre-pregnancy clothes are going to show off much of my form, and generally fail to fit my new physique. Should result in some sexy fun.
I place a decent percentage of my wardrobe on the bed prior to shooting. I decide to start in a bathrobe, panties the only thing underneath. These two articles of clothing actually fit me right now, so there’ll be a nice contrast once I start with the articles that don’t. I don’t plan to talk much during this one, probably just making faux-annoyed noises and faces for the majority of my communication with my audience. I’ll have to at least mention what I’m doing at the top of the video, I suppose.
“Hi! I’m Annie, and I’m 29 weeks into my fifth pregnancy. I’m going to try on some of my pre-pregnancy clothes for you.” I loosen the robe and toss it to the side, revealing tits, bump, and panties. First, I grab a tan bra that hooks in the front. I get my arms into their straps and the cups nearly contain my growing bosom, but I’m a solid three inches from getting the two parts of the hook to even touch each other. An obvious result, but I mug for the camera nonetheless, frowning and shaking my head as I toss the garment aside. I realize that was the only bra I brought in the room, so I guess tits out and proud will be the MO for this vid. Not something my viewers are going to complain about, I’m betting.
I try to pull on a pair of form-fitting jeans, only to find that the form they were meant to fit is vastly different from my current one. They make it nearly halfway up my thighs before I have to give up on them. “God, even my legs are growing!” As a fetishist myself, I’m aware that whole body expansion is hot as hell for my intended audience. Obviously boobs getting too big for a bra is a sexy mishap, but they should enjoy my enlarged thighs, too. I try a t-shirt next, one that just barely reached down to my waist when not pregnant. Now, it’s hovering two inches above my navel, and it’s uncomfortably tight on my breasts. To the discard pile with it. I grab a button-up collared short-sleeved shirt and begin fastening buttons just below my neck. I make it maybe a third of the way down my bump before I’m prevented from any more buttoning, the two sides of the shirt splaying out on either side of my center’s engorgement. It’s a good view of the bare belly for everyone.
Taking the button-down off, I go for a midi bodycon dress. Then a hoodie. A pair of sweatpants. A sweater. A miniskirt. The results are all the same: nothing will fasten properly or cover my bump. I make a number of annoyed-sounding grunts, contort my face into expressions of frustration, and make occasional comments like, “I’m so fucking huge, this is getting embarrassing!” It’s all pretty fun, though the acting aspect gets tiresome quickly. The audience knows what the results of the clothing attempts are going to be just as well as I do, but the inconvenience of this part of pregnancy is a common turn-on that has to be played up. Watching other people’s similar videos, I’m more into the irked preggos, too, to be honest. It’s simply the hotter way to go. And I want to be hot so my viewers will be more likely to jerk it to me. I’m thinking about all the cum that could result from my videos, and I quickly rub one out before cleaning up my clothes.
31 Weeks: Sex with Jarred
I’ve stripped, I’ve masturbated, and I’ve generally shown off my entire nude body on the videos I’ve been shooting. Never mind the hours upon hours I’ve spent nude (topless, at least) in front of the computer for my relatively boring daily camming streams. It all feels rather safe to me, so I decide to take a bit of a leap and invite Jarred to join me for a shoot. I’m getting ever bigger bump-wise, of course, but I’m not yet big and cumbersome enough to make sex particularly difficult. Still up for shooting a sex scene, though maybe not for much longer. We’ll strike while the iron’s hot!
“I’m Annie, and I’m 31 weeks into my fifth pregnancy. This is my husband, Jarred. We’re going to fuck now.” Little else needs to be said, I decide. We start out nude, neither of us seeing the point in dragging the video out via clothes removal. We’re sitting next to each other with our legs over the side of the bed, both of us spreading out enough to clearly display our genitals. I bend down to take him in my mouth, his cock instantly starting to stiffen. He leans back and supports himself with one hand behind his back, his other hand firmly gripping my belly. Once he’s hard, I sit back up and take his erection in my hand. My other hand’s been working on my cunt since the moment the scene started. I’m very much enjoying having a partner for a shoot, and I only get seven or eight pumps into jerking him off before I have my first orgasm. A real pro at this point, I’m able to moan through it without ceasing Jarred’s cock massage.
He moans ever so slightly as I continue to stroke, and I realize we should probably start mixing things up if I want to get more variety in before he cums. I get up and reposition myself, straddling him while we’re both still facing the camera. A sitting reverse cowgirl, I guess you’d call it. I bob up and down on his cock, moaning in pleasure at the depths within me he’s reaching. He’s reaching around me, rubbing my belly and grabbing my tits as we fuck. I cum for the second time, knocking his hand out of the way so I can grasp both tits as I climax. Dismounting, I go to Jarred’s side on my hands and knees. Right behind me now on his knees, we fuck doggy-style for the camera, in profile so my hanging belly is clearly seen. I hold my hanging and swaying bump with one arm and rub my clit with the other. Jarred holds my bump in one hand and his left tit in the other.
We’re in this position for two or three minutes when I feel his dick twitching inside me. I disengage and sit on the edge of the bed once again. He knows what to do from here. Still oh his knees, he positions himself just above me, cock resting on my bump. To help produce the friction necessary to finish him off, I use a hand to firmly press him into my belly’s flesh as he thrusts. One hand remains on my cunt as I near my third orgasm of the shoot. We both love a good bumpjob, and we climax at the same time. I’m basted by his load, which we both proceed to rub completely into my bump. I’m shiny, sticky, and very pleased with how this all went. It was a pretty simple fuck, but I think my viewers will like to see me in a bit of hardcore action. And pregnancy fans tend to love cum on a preggo’s belly as much as we do. Everyone wins.
33 Weeks: Cop & Criminal
After I posted my scene with Jarred, I got a flood of likes, subscriptions, and messages. I’d thought my videos were going over well before, but now people seemed to really be getting into my content at a level I hadn’t anticipated. This being all about exhibitionism at its core, I’m thrilled to know there are more and more eyes on me, getting more and more enjoyment out of my pregnant antics. Their jerking off to me is remote, of course, but I wish so badly I could get my hands (or bump, more accurately) on just a small portion of the cum my videos was inspiring. I love thinking about the sheer volume of cum that is being produced in honor of my maternal form. My masturbation during cam streams was getting more frequent as these thoughts got stuck in my head. I’m horny all the fucking time, just as a preggo perv should be.
Along with my newfound semi-popularity came a fair number of requests for custom videos. I had gotten a few before, but they involved step-parent role play, golden showers, alien impregnation, and a few other topics I wasn’t fully comfortable exploring. No judgements whatsoever, they just don’t happen to be my cups of erotic tea. Now, though, I was getting enough offers to be able to pick and choose, and it wasn’t so hard to find ideas I could get into. The first one I chose is a role play scenario wherein I’ll be a cop speaking directly (via looking into the camera, of course) to a criminal. My client, Sam, was paying well, only needed the video to be a few minutes long, and allowed me most of the creative control. Pretty sweet gig! I ordered a men’s XXL cop costume online: I could just barely get it buttoned over my bump. If the client’s anything like me, the strained buttons and gaps forced open between them will be a real turn-on. I’ve also got the police cap and badge to add to the outfit, and a riot baton to boot. Completing the look, I picked up a pair of maternity khakis. Everything planned out, I’m ready to shoot the thing. All dressed up and holding the riot baton, I press Record and sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’ve really done it this time, Sam. [I hold the baton in one hand, using it to lightly tap the other hand’s open palm repeatedly in a slightly sexy threat.] You think you can just get away with it, don’t you? Because of our history together, you think you can treat this like a joke and I won’t get you into any trouble? Back up there, buddy. It’s been years since we were together, and I have clearly moved on. [I rub my bump for emphasis.] That’s right, I’m going to have a baby in just a few weeks. I’ve been with my husband for two and a half years, and we’re very happy. I’m way over you, Sam. And I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. [I pause for a few moments, lost in feigned thought.] Although…well, maybe we can help each other out after all. My husband is really terrific and all, but since I got pregnant…he hasn’t touched me. He always says I look beautiful, I’m glowing, all the usual shit people say to make knocked up girls feel better about themselves. But he’s weirded out that our baby’s in there. [I pat my belly.] Nothing sexual whatsoever has gone on for the past 8 months. Even before I was showing, he was too put off by it to sleep with me. I’ve had the doctor assure him sex is perfectly healthy during pregnancy, and he doesn’t dispute it. He’s just…grossed out by the thought of fucking me while the baby’s in there, I think.”
I put down the baton, remove my cap and shake my hair down. I unbutton the top few buttons of my top, revealing some serious cleavage. I unbutton the bottom buttons up to the top of my bump, spreading the two sides of the shirt purposefully to show my bare gravid glory. My hands are now occupied with rubbing my bump seductively in slow circles. Just a few buttons in the middle pf the shirt remain fastened, basically functioning solely to cover my braless tits for the time being.
“We always had a good time in bed, didn’t we Sam? I mean…we were really uninhibited, like I haven’t had with anyone else before or since. And, I hate to embarrass you with this, but I do remember you telling me at one time that you thought pregnant women were…sexy, I think you said? So, we know we’ve got some sexual chemistry, we know you’re into my preggo body, and I’m absolutely dying for a fuck. Let’s say, maybe, you help me satisfy my needs, and I can look the other way on your little criminal activity? Yeah, I thought you’d be into it. You love watching me rub my big bump, don’t you? [I unfasten the last few buttons, bare breasts plopping down onto the top of my belly.] How about my pregnant tits, all swollen with milk? You could suck them, if you want. And I think you will absolutely love my engorged pregnant pussy. It’s so tight and wet, I can barely keep my hands off it myself. Why don’t we just get rid of all these clothes, huh? I want to see that cock of yours again.”
I stand up, removing my unbuttoned shirt completely. I unfasten and pull down my khakis, revealing my underwear-free pubic region, hair pretty unkempt by this point in the pregnancy. I sit back down, legs spread generously to reveal my cunt in all its glory. I grab the baton again, figuring its phallic shape’ll make it a good cock substitute. I hold it in one hand and stroke it with the other.
“My body’s got you super hard, doesn’t it? You can touch my belly if you want. There you go. Nice and firm, right? How about these swollen pussy lips? You’re going to have to do some work down there in a minute, I think. Wait…are you starting to come already? You’re really, really hard, and I swear I just felt your cock starting to twitch. It’s okay, really. I’m flattered you find me so hot that you’re cumming from just a few minutes of stroking your rock hard cock. You’ll just have to help me out once I’m done with you.”
Positioning it directly above my belly, I start stroking the baton faster and harder. I go at it for about 30 seconds, then hold it in place just resting against the top of my bump. I’m not sure exactly how to act out an orgasm with a phallic piece of plastic, but I think furious stroking followed by holding the substitute dick in place is a pretty good approximation of a cock shooting rope onto a bump. The rest probably has to be done verbally.
“Oh my God, you’re cumming so much! My bump is totally covered! You always did have the biggest loads, I almost forgot. Fuck, I am a mess! Let me just rub it in so it doesn’t drip all over the place. [I massage my belly thoroughly with both hands.] There we go, it’ll get right into my skin. I’m so shiny! All those pearls of cum you shot onto me have got me fully glazed. Here, feel: it’s nice and sticky, especially where you can see the white still. This is so fucking sexy. I wish my husband would cum on my belly. I might need to treat myself to this more often…Wait, don’t get up and leave just yet. [I point down to my exposed cunt.] Get down there, Sam, you’ve got some time to serve before I can let you leave.”
Continuing to rub my bump all the while, I throw my head back in mock ecstasy, imagining someone eating me out. I moan, shudder, and smile widely. Finally, I exhale deeply. “Okay, you’re free to go. Don’t let me catch you pulling that shit again. Or…do let me catch you…”
36 Weeks: Labor Pains
Okay, this one is just a bit outside my comfort zone, but I feel like pushing myself a bit. A prospective client asked me to make a custom video for him in which I act as though I’m in labor, contractions and all. At 36 weeks into my fifth pregnancy, I look very much the part of a pregnant woman who could quite plausibly begin the labor process. My bump has dropped, the baby in position for delivery. I’m fucking huge and swollen just about everywhere, my nipples are leaking constantly, and there’s no getting comfortable or sleeping for more than an hour at a time. So, yeah, I can absolutely pass for full term and imminently giving birth, even if I’m not actually quite there yet.
The client is significantly more specific in his requests than my previous one was, which I appreciate given my relative discomfort with the subject. Of course, this isn’t really outside my wheelhouse at all. I’ve gone through labor four times already, delivering vaginally every time (even with fucking triplets!). Two of the six babies I birthed were even biologically my own. Thus, I’m quite familiar with the mechanics, sequence of events, and feelings in play with this scenario. It’s the acting part that’s got me slightly worried, I guess. The contraction pains themselves were never really a sexy part of the pregnancy experience for me, so I relate to this custom a bit less than I did to the objectively hot scenario of a pregnant cop blackmailing a criminal into sex. This pornographic enterprise of mine is a job, I’m reminding myself, and not just another tool to help me in my preggo quest to orgasm constantly. Someone has requested my professional services for an entirely reasonable product. My difficulty getting into a horny mindset regarding this particular video is something I really hope to be able to overcome. So, I’m jumping right the fuck in. Maybe I’ll find it hot after all. How can I even guess how I’ll feel before I’ve even tried it?
I’m to be dressed in loungewear, sweatpants and a tank top, with bra and panties underneath. I’ll begin fully clothed but get overheated from the painful labor exertion and eventually be clad only in my underwear. He doesn’t want me to get fully nude at any point, though. That’s just not part of his fantasy, I suppose. (Or maybe he’s just sick of seeing me publicly flaunt my tits and cunt…) I’m supposed to grip my stomach tightly during my pretend contractions, moan frequently, put myself into a myriad of positions attempting to get comfortable, and engage in plenty of self-talk about how difficult but worth it this whole process is. I really do appreciate his specificity in all this. Not entirely understanding what makes this scenario sexy for him, it’s relieving to have a great deal of his turn-ons spelled out explicitly. I don my loungewear, hit Record, and sit cross-legged on the bed with both hands rubbing my belly.
“So…I think I might be in labor. I really thought I was having Braxton Hicks contractions, as I have periodically for the past six weeks or so. But, as they’ve gotten more frequent and more intense, I’ve realized this is not practice. It’s full-on fucking labor. I’m scared, to be honest. I know this will probably be the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. Shit, these contractions are already about as painful as anything that’s occurred in my life. Oh fuck…”
I grip my baby bump tightly on both sides, fingers spread out as far as they’ll go. My eyes are closed, head down, and I’m breathing heavily enough for it to register on the audio. A moan or two get thrown in for good measure. In reality, you’re supposed to head to the hospital for delivery when your contractions last for about a minute and occur approximately every five minutes over the course of an hour. In this pretty short video, on the other hand, the contractions are probably going to end up coming every minute or two, if that. He’s going to want to see a lot of contractions in a pretty short period of time. I’m probably not going to hold most of them for an entire minute, either. Also, my water most certainly would’ve broken by this point in the process, which is not being addressed in the video. Apparently the involuntary and sudden release of amniotic fluid is not part of his specific set of fetishes. Writing that sentence kind of turned me on, though. I don’t even know what the fuck’s going on with me at the moment. Maybe I’ll check back in once I’ve completed this video. I stop moaning and audibly breathing, release my grip on my bump, open my eyes and raise my head. I stand up, pacing back and forth in front of the camera with one hand on my belly and the other on my back.
“Okay, okay, okay. That wasn’t too…no, it was pretty bad. Goddamn, that hurts. My stomach feels harder than a basketball during the contractions, it’s really nuts. They’re coming every few minutes now, and they’ve gotta be close to a minute long. The baby’s must be coming soon. It’ll be worth…it’ll be worth it. Of course. It’s a fucking baby, I’ve wanted it my entire life. But my God is this painful. I knew it was supposed to be really bad, but I don’t think there’s any way to really prepare yourself. And the not being able to predict when the next one’s coming really sucks. I guess I’m probably standing for the next one. Sitting on the bed didn’t go great, that’s for sure. And here we go…”
I stop dead in my tracks, gasping sharply followed by loud, deep moaning. My hands grip my belly again. About 15 seconds in, I transition from moans to very deep breaths. I face the ceiling, remembering this as a position I occasionally took during my most desperate-feeling labor moments. After another 20 seconds or so of this position, I let my arms drop to my sides, my chin drop to my chest. I’m silent for a few moments. “I’m fucking burning up.” I unceremoniously remove sweatpants and tank top, tossing them on the floor and leaving myself clad only in underwear, as requested. I sit down on the floor with my back against the bed, legs spread out with my belly resting on the floor between them. I’m incessantly rubbing my bump, as I recall doing throughout all my labors (and, who am I kidding, for the majorities of all my gestations I couldn’t keep my hands off myself!).
“All right, I should have a bit more back support here, that could help. And, I feel like I breathed through that one a little more successfully than I have been. I can’t get over how rock hard my belly gets. I wish I could experience that without all the pain, it’d be pretty amazing taken on its own. The doctor said just a few days ago that the baby was in birthing position already, so I don’t need to worry about that. One thing not to be concerned about, I guess. Anything helps at this point, really. How long has it been since the last one now? Two minutes maybe? It’s getting so hard to tell, but it’d be nice if I could prepare myself somewhat. They really are getting super close together. This baby is coming out soon, and I do not feel ready. My pussy’s going to be absolutely shredded. All right, no need to think about that right now, not the issue at this exact moment. Ohhhhhhhh, here we go…”
I bend my head and chest down as far as they’ll go towards the floor, embracing my bump with both arms. I stay perfectly still and quiet for a solid 30 seconds. Then some audible but controlled breathing for another 30. I finally lift my head towards the camera. “I think it’s just about time to start pushing.”
It ends there. I really hope the client enjoys this one: I had a lot more fun making it than I thought I would. It even turned me on a fair amount! You never really know what will, after all.
37 Weeks: Various Bump Moisturizers
My next custom request feels like an absolute gift, as it’s something I 100% would’ve done for free had I thought of it myself. The client wants me to rub various moisturizers into my belly. Baby oil, shea butter, and cum, to be precise. I’ll need to bring in Jarred for a few minutes on that last one, obviously. He’s never begrudged me a load before, so I don’t see it being a problem. The client also requested a camera angle that’s as close to 100% belly as I can manage. He doesn’t care about faces, legs, tits, pussy, any of it: he just wants to watch me rub things into my bump. Sounds easy, fun, and, again, like something I’d probably do anyway. I’m so fucking huge and tired at this point in the pregnancy, I’m just happy I don’t have to exert myself much, mentally or physically. No talking, no walking, just a little rubbing. I gather the requisite materials (Jarred’s on standby) and manage to get the camera to be about 95% filled with belly.
First comes the baby oil. I drip it onto my bump liberally and rub it into every square inch of abdominal skin. I’m shimmering with it, looking slick as all hell. I love the feeling and the smell as well as the great visual element. Three minutes of rubbing in the baby oil go by, and it’s on to the shea butter. The process for this is almost identical to how I treated myself with the baby oil. Biggest difference being shea butter’s opacity and baby oil’s transparency, I suppose. Another three minutes with this moisturizer, and I call Jarred in. His cock is allowed into the frame: I checked with the client beforehand. He’s already hard when he comes in the room, having apparently prepared himself ahead of time. Hands already slick with lubricating agents, I give him a smooth and fast handjob (three minutes once again!) and, of course, have him finish on my bump. I rub it in very thoroughly once the cock’s out of the frame. And…that’s the entire video.
Huh. I had thought that’d be more interesting to share. I guess I was just really excited about it, as it required so little from me. And it came with a paycheck. I had a nice time and my client enjoyed the resulting product. Not much else to say, really. I feel I miscalculated in recording this particular video’s story here, but no matter. Upwards and onwards!
39 Weeks: Fetish Shaming
I’m glad my final custom client just wants a video of me talking, because I’m incapable of doing much more than that at this point in my pregnancy. I could have the baby any day now, and you’d absolutely know it by looking at me. I’ve completely stopped live streaming cam shows: I can’t promise any patrons I’ll be able to muster up the energy to rub one out for them, so I’d feel bad accepting any of their money just for sitting there with my leaky tits out. This pregnancy is at everyone’s favorite stage, when the easiest way to get yourself around your own goddamn home is to lift your absurdly swollen gut with both hands and lug it with you every single step of the way. On the plus side, there is some noticeable muscle definition developing in my arms.
My client made it abundantly clear to me that he is not, as a matter of fact, ashamed of his pregnancy fetish. He is, however, very much into domineering women belittling him. So, mix those two kinks together, and you end up with a video of gigantically pregnant me being truly cruel to an offscreen stranger. It’s hard for me to figure out what to say at first, as, similarly to my client, I see absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in my or anyone else’s fetish for preggos. Further than that, I don’t see anything to be ashamed of in just about any (law observing) fetish you could come up with. I’m briefly stymied about how to act like I find his (and my) fetish disgusting, but a viable method of approach comes to me pretty quickly. All I have to do is talk about the things I and my fellow pervs love about the pregnant, but do so with a negative spin. You’ll see more clearly what I’m talking about shortly. I wear a knee length low-cut strapless black (maternity) dress with black fuck me pumps, just as requested. My tits are just barely contained, and I think my bump might strain the stretchy material until it gets thin and translucent looking. Whatever, (probably) my last pregnancy, not too concerned about the condition of my maternity wardrobe. I hit Record. I sit on the edge of the bed with one leg over the other, also as requested. Managing to sit in this way in my gravid state will be the hardest part of this venture, no doubt in my mind. No nudity for this client, though he does push for plenty of belly and breast rubbing/grabbing. I can certainly oblige him.
“I know you’re staring at my belly, you fucking pervert. I catch you doing it all the time. There’s a baby inside there, you know. Nothing sexual’s going on, unless you’re all fucked up in the head like you apparently are. Ordinary people do not look at me the creepy-ass way you do. I get bigger and your tiny schlong gets harder, right? Is that basically what happens? Don’t think I haven’t seen you eye-fucking my breasts, too. Yes, they’ve gotten a lot bigger. [I give my tits a quick squeeze.] THEY’RE FILLED WITH MILK! FOR A FUCKING BABY! It’s hot to you that my body is swelling so that I can provide for and nurture my child? That’s real sexy, huh? Fucking disgusting. It’s just so arousing for you that my lovely husband and I want to grow our wonderful family. How the fuck does this even happen to a person? Did a pregnant teacher kick the shit out of you while you were in the middle of puberty? What the fuck kind of brain signals got all tangled together to make you such a deviant?”
I look down at the floor, trying my best to provide a visage of disgust and anger. I pull my dress further down my legs and further up my tits. I feign modesty and embarrassment at being seen in my current state. I stare into the camera lens again.
“So, what, you want to fuck a pregnant woman because she can’t get pregnant twice? Are you that scared of the responsibilities that come with having a child? Pregnant women are more often than not in committed relationships, but still you lust after them. Could there be a more obvious sign that they’re not interested in fucking you than the baby making their stomachs visibly swell? They’re taken, but you just can’t fucking help yourself. Creep. Our bodies are changing so that we can carry, give birth to and nurture a new life, not so that you can get an eyeful of our curves. [I shake my head in mock disappointment.] Pathetic. Just truly fucking pathetic. There’s nothing more wholesome than starting a family, but you just have to poison the whole thing with your pointless lust. No pregnant woman is going to fuck you, and, once they get to know you, no woman is ever going to let you get them pregnant yourself. You’ll never even touch an expectant mother, and I thank God for that. Are you even able to do your part to conceive a child? I bet your sperm is no good. Or if your prick even works. Maybe that’s why you got yourself so obsessed with pregnancy. You know it’s not attainable for you to impregnate someone, so it’s become this big sexual fantasy that all us normal, procreating folks just have to suffer through. Why don’t you just leave us the fuck alone already.”
I sigh loudly and switch the positions of my legs, right under left instead of left under right. I’m stalling for time, frankly, scrambling in my head for more to say to this pretend deviant. Coming up empty, I just shake my head for a few seconds, smile with anger in my eyes, and stop the recording. Twenty minutes after I send the video over to my client, he emails me back asking when I can shoot the sequel. Not that I’m in a position to do so, but it’s nice to know he got off on the product. I thought it came out pretty sexy myself. I let Jarred watch it, and he got off a few times, too. We’re all just perverts doing our best.
Epilogue: The End.
It’s all over. I gave birth two weeks ago, vaginally once again. Last week, Dr. Lucas performed my hysterectomy. I did not back out this time. No more uterus, no more pregnancies. Jarred had his uterus out after his last pregnancy, too, so this family is officially retired from the baby-making business. It’s sad, but 11 gestations and 14 babies between the two of us is nothing to shake a stick at. And we’re both really fucking exhausted.
I’m a bit sad that this final journal focused so much on me alone, but I did get plenty of sexy times in with Jarred and some random preggos we picked up along the way. You pervs just didn’t get to read about it this time. It was a lot of fun doing some porn, and it definitely turns me on that a lot of the videos I made will live indefinitely online. I might just watch one with Jarred tonight, and it might just inspire us to bring home a horny preggo or two. The hunt never ends…
