I'm struggling to end my "Accidental Incest" story (maybe not everyone's cup of tea), so I thought I'd take a break and write this little one off. Hopefully you all enjoy!
The Magic Touch
by Mesarocket (a.k.a. A. B. Taylor)
I don’t know how or why I got this power. I definitely don’t deserve it (you’ll see why soon), but I do try to use it for good as much as possible. You see, Superman can fly, and Iron Man’s got his suit. But me… I got something a little different. I can control a woman’s pregnancy. Everything from how many weeks she carries to the food she craves. The shape of her belly, her weight gain, her hormones - if it’s related to her pregnancy I can control it.
I have no idea where the power comes from (sorry I’ve got no cool backstory), and as far as I can tell there aren’t any strings attached. That is, no one has come blasting down from outer space to enlist my help with their alien baby... so I just use my gift as I see fit. I see myself as one of the good guys, so the most important thing to me is helping women and their babies stay healthy. But I have to admit that I take other licences as well.
Here’s a good example. Today I passed a woman on my way to work who was probably 33 weeks along. I could instantly tell that her baby’s umbilical cord was dangerously close to getting wrapped around the poor kid’s neck. It’s like I can sense or see what is going on inside. This umbilical cord might never have become a problem, but better safe than sorry. I pointed my finger casually and felt the same old exciting jolt of energy race from my fingertip to the woman’s belly. The cord gently unravelled itself until it was no longer a threat.
I can only change things when I’m pretty close to a person, like within eyesight. So unfortunately I can only help so many women with my power. But I try to remind myself that I’m lucky to do what I can.
I make other changes too. Less necessary changes. I’ve always had a thing for pregnant ladies for as long as I can remember. I used to look at pictures of pregnant women on my computer when I was 11 or 12. Not even dirty pictures. I didn't know why I was so fascinated, but I was completely drawn to them. The beauty of the form, the ultimate expression of femininity, of sexuality. So some of the changes I make are admittedly a little selfish. I just hate to see a good pregnancy wasted! A little sculpting here and there and no one's the wiser.
As the lady paused, holding her belly, I sent another spark of power toward her. The next couple of months would be great for her, and her husband or boyfriend. To my mind, she was a little bit small for how far along she was. Now she would start ballooning out in all the right places. That belly was gonna come in strong, for one thing. She should be about 47 inches around when she finishes growing. It was going to be a nice round belly, which I think would suit her frame the best. Sometimes I go for a torpedo, an oval, or even a low hanging belly depending on the lady. I also made her gain a cup size, which would help give her that really ripe look that is so appealing in a pregnant lady. The final touch was increasing her libido. She should be hornier than hell by the time she got home and would stay that way for the rest of her pregnancy.
I consider these to be little perks for these ladies. Like I said, the health of the mother and baby comes first, but I like to improve what I can.
Did I mention I work in an OBGYN office? DID I MENTION I WORK IN AN OBGYN OFFICE?? Yeah, I know. My life is kind of perfect. I get to feel good about helping these ladies out, and I get to track their improvement from my changes. Of course we are consistently ranked as the best OBGYN in the city, and the doctors like to think they are pretty hot shit, but really it's me. But I’m cool with staying in the background. I don't need the limelight. It's satisfaction enough getting to see my happy pregnant patients walking through the door each day. One of my standard improvements is to give them each a little boost of serotonin. Going through pregnancy can be scary, and I'm lucky to be able to help take the edge off. None of my ladies are plagued with anxiety about their health and safety. They get nothing but good vibes and positivity, and hopefully get to enjoy their pregnancy a bit more than the average mama. OK, maybe more than a bit. I generally always also ratchet up their sensuality and sexuality. Dang it, pregnant moms are hot, so they should feel hot too! That's just my opinion, and I happen to have the power. I can guarantee they all have good sex lives. I've even been known to help a few of them myself, although I try not to get greedy. I tell myself that's not what this gift is for, but sometimes I just can't help myself. What would you do if you saw a beautiful, single, pregnant lady who you KNEW FOR A FACT was desperately craving sex?
My favorite patients are the young women who come in fresh out of high school with a baby bump and a failed baby daddy relationship. To me, 18-21 is the sexiest age for a pregnant lady, although I appreciate them all. Sometimes there is nothing sexier than an older M.I.L.F. - you gotta hand it to them for having that baby at their stage in life. Plus experience in the bedroom is no joke! I cut it off at 18, though. I only make medically necessary changes for younger patients. It's not cool to take advantage of anybody, let alone a child. I have standards, people!
Most of the time, these girls come in scared and confused. I help them to feel better about their body and their future. Women can get really upset at the changes their bodies go through in pregnancy. I can at least eliminate things like stretch marks and saggy post-natal bellies. All of my patients end up pretty much how they were before they started. And when I grow big bellies (and I mean REALLY big bellies, which I do occasionally), I always help to make sure the girls don't get too tired or achey. I add a little muscle on the back end, improve some joints here and there, and they handle those big bumps like champs.
Take Kelly, for example. She was 19 and rail thin, with gorgeous hazel eyes and beautiful long brown hair. She had just found out she was pregnant by her wannabe YouTuber boyfriend who had dumped her for his side chick (I hear ALL THE DRAMA when they're talking on their cell phones in the lobby). It was as sad a case as I had ever seen. To top it off, she was living all alone and really didn't want to have to move back in with her overbearing mother. I pointed my finger her way and gave her the old serotonin treatment. Within a minute you could tell that she was feeling a whole lot better.
Now a newly pregnant lady is like a blank canvas. I consider it my job to perfect her pregnant form by deciding things like what shape her belly should be, how big she should carry, how high, how low, should her belly button pop out, should her hips widen, should her boobs get huge, etc. I'm kind of an artist in that sense. Kelly, as I mentioned before, was rail thin. She had small tits, probably A cups, and her hips were a little narrow. Never a better specimen for my treatment. Now there is something amazing about a really skinny girl who just explodes with a baby. It might be my favorite pregnant look. I decided then and there that Kelly needed a BIG belly. But the thing with tits, though, is that you don't always want them to get huge. I know, I know. As a guy that sounds like blasphemy. But in my opinion, sometimes boobs can take away from the look of the belly, competing for attention too much. Of course I break my own rule sometimes. Some chicks just look awesome getting huge everywhere. But I could tell that Kelly needed her belly to really shine. My finger was twitching left and right as I made changes. She would end up having about C cup breasts (which she was definitely happy with). They ended up having a great swollen look, with perfectly puffy nipples. I may have also caused them to leak a bit more than usual... That's not strictly helpful, but it’s so sexy to see a pair of swollen tits leaking down onto a pregnant belly. And what a belly! I gave her a glorious singleton bump, ending at 50 inches around toward the end. On her it looked absolutely massive. I loved that belly so much. It was somewhat between a torpedo and a round belly. It stuck perfectly outward without looking weird. It started showing really early too, so I got a lot of time to enjoy it. The baby ended up being over 10 pounds, and I made it so that it came a couple weeks late. I had subtly widened her hips as well, which ended up giving her this super-sexy pregnant waddle.
That was all ahead of her, of course. I had already made the most important changes to her body, now it was time to tweak some other aspects of her pregnancy. After hearing her sad story, I just had to help the poor girl out. I really laid the serotonin heavily on, giving her a whole second dose. I'm talking about the “stare happily out the window while rubbing your belly for 30 minutes” kind of happy buzz. Next I gave her the kind of pregnancy hormones that make a lady just fall in love with her belly. She was going to became so excited with her growth. I didn't need to do much more, but I kind of liked this girl if I'm being honest, so I got her nice and horny. She was guaranteed to remain wet down below and would likely need to pleasure herself frequently. I was pretty sure she got off in the elevator up to our office a time or two. All the better.
Now I wasn't intentionally trying to hook up with Kelly, but it just kind of happened. I talked with her a lot because she always came alone, and I gave her a lot of compliments. She was strikingly beautiful, and the pregnancy really was doing wonders for her body. After her 12 week checkup she already had a nicely visible bump. After chatting about her next appointment and flirting a bit, she asked me if I wanted to grab dinner sometime. I said, how about tonight? And from there our romance struck up. It turned physical almost instantly, of course. I had the advantage of knowing just how horny she was. In fact, she was wildly craving my cock almost before dessert came. As it turned out, she wasn't picky about where I put it either. Anal was just fine with Kelly.
I had to keep things confidential at work, of course. But more than that, I try not to get too attached. I don’t really work well with long-term relationships. I just find it too hard to resist playing the field, so to speak. I made it clear with Kelly, like I always do when I date a pregnant chick, that I'm not looking for something permanent. Most women are actually surprisingly understanding of this and actually more so when they’re pregnant. I guess they feel like so much is gonna change and they don't really want a complicated relationship hanging over their heads once they have their little one. So it generally works out OK. And I make sure I leave them in better shape than I found them, both physically and mentally.
Anyway, things were great with Kelly. Her body was so trim that you could see all of her pregnancy changes super easily. We celebrated her growing belly and changing body. I loved to rub her belly with one hand and play with her pussy with the other. I had used my power to make sure that her pussy lips were nice and swollen, and she loved to keep herself waxed, so it was always a pleasure to eat her out whenever I wanted to. She had a great pussy too. It was terrifically tight and sensitive. I could make her cum multiple times during sex, easy. That was something that had NEVER happened to her before, she told me later. It was such a great feeling when her pussy would start convulsing around my cock. I could feel her orgasm coming in waves. But she could always take more, even right after cumming on my dick.
We kept it up week after week as Kelly's belly grew bigger. By around week 26, her belly was already sizable. I made her belly button stick out around that time. It was so sexy to see it poking out when she wore a tight fitting shirt or sweater. She was in love with her body and luxuriated in her own sexuality. I was increasingly fixated on her belly, knowing what was in store. She loved it when I rubbed my cock all over her taut, distended stomach, and even begged me to cum on it a time or two. It was a beautiful thing to see her rubbing my thick semen across her bulging baby belly.
She would say the dirtiest things too, which I always got a kick out of. It was kind of a shock to hear some of the things she said coming from such an innocent-looking girl, and I gotta admit that it really turned me on. She would ask me to fill her with cum and tell me she was my personal cum dumpster. She would beg me to shoot a load inside of her so that she could get even more pregnant. Once, she said she just wanted to have baby after baby after baby with me, and to get bigger and bigger. She called herself my “little breeding whore.” And she loved the idea of multiples too (that is out of my hand, sadly), and would tell me she wanted to get so big that she could hardly move. It was kinky and sexy. I knew most of it was related to how horny I had made her with my gift, but it was still nice to hear.
I really loved her as she fully ripened in her third trimester. Most nights of the week she would stay over at my place and we would revel in our excesses. I was the happiest man alive during those few months. My big-bellied teen would dress up for me, sometimes putting on her sexy schoolgirl outfit, sometimes trying on her old clothes. I particularly loved seeing her in her tight t-shirts and little jean shorts, which she had to leave completely unzipped to accommodate her now huge belly. Another of my favorite outfits was her polka-dotted, thigh length sundress. The way her belly just pushed that dress out really showcased just how much she had grown. It was the kind of outfit that made you imagine silly things like reaching under the dress, pulling down her underwear, and bending her over for a quick fucking. I loved it when she wore that dress out on some of our few public outings. It was great to see the looks on people’s faces when she’d walk by. Other women were mostly judgmental at her age, the size of her enormous pregnant belly, and the fact that she was flaunting it for everyone to see. Men who saw her were mostly in awe. They couldn’t turn away, and I couldn’t blame them.
She knew I loved her sexy little waddle, so she would always play it up for me, sauntering across the room and intentionally dropping things just to give me an opportunity to check out her ass. There are few things I love better than to see a big sexy pregnant belly hanging down between two beautiful thighs and an amazing ass. At those moments, I couldn’t control myself and just had to shove my cock into her tight little asshole. She would moan as I eased myself into her, filling her up as far as I could go. It was incredibly erotic as I imagined the pressure her poor body was under. Her womb was fantastically filled with her enormous baby and all of the fluid and uterus supporting it, stretching her young elastic skin to maximum tautness. Her breasts were bloated with milk-making ducts and were swollen and tender to the touch, ready at any moment to leak colostrum down her smooth skin. Her hips had flared out, preparing themselves for the baby that would eventually slide down between her legs, and even her vagina was softening and ripening. Her thin, young frame was completely taxed, and knowing that my engorged cock was pushing deeper and deeper into her ass, increasing the pressure even more, was an exhilarating feeling. She was basically being spitted on my cock, with all of her considerable weight on that one point as I would pull her arms backwards and roughly fuck her little asshole. I would always shoot my load deep within her rectum and enjoy watching it leak out after I was finished.
Our desires only increased as she neared and then passed her due date. I think she loved the thrill of not knowing when the baby would come, and the idea of just getting bigger and bigger till she popped. I even cheated and used my power to get her a little extra bigger after week 40. She would measure herself and excitedly say “I’ve gotten even bigger! Can you believe it? I grew another inch. This is crazy!” I would catch her saying things to herself, like “You are one big baby in there. How am I going to push you out? Still… I guess you better keep growing. I want to see how big you can get!”
We got into some real kinky labor role-playing as well, sometimes actually involving her real contractions. It was amazing to be fucking her tight little pussy and to see her stomach tense up in a big contraction. I would fuck her even harder then and watch with fascination as she rode out a monster orgasm through her pain. She would grunt and groan, making some pretty crazy sounds. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I also loved the idea of her pussy getting stretched out by the baby’s head, so we experimented with fisting and inserting some pretty big objects into her pussy. Her breathing would get shallow and quick, just as if she was actually trying to deliver her baby. It was so sexy. I remember one time I had a big vibrating dildo up her ass, an orange in her vagina, and she was giving me a belly job. I came all over her tits and belly and she forced the grapefruit out with a loud groan. It was the highlight of my year.
Of course I made sure with my gift that she would have a very smooth delivery. That was the least I could do after everything I had put her through. She would dilate to 10 cm within an hour and the baby would travel quickly and smoothly down her birth canal. It would all be over in an afternoon and she would recover in a day or two.
Sadly, I missed the big event itself as I got called into work when my coworker caught the flu. It was a shame, but what can you do? I knew there would be other opportunities down the line.
I went and visited Kelly in the hospital and gave her a considerable gift card to the closest big box baby store. She was a happy, beaming mother, and we parted on good terms. I haven’t seen her back at the OBGYN, but I expect she’ll be coming in again one of these days. I find that my patients tend to do repeat business.
In the meantime I’ve got a new girlfriend, Victoria. She’s a cute little latina who’s 16 weeks along with twins. I have to admit I’ve gone a little overboard with this one (remember when I said sometimes it’s fun to see them really explode?). Needless to say, I’ve got my hands full!
The Magic Touch
by Mesarocket (a.k.a. A. B. Taylor)
I don’t know how or why I got this power. I definitely don’t deserve it (you’ll see why soon), but I do try to use it for good as much as possible. You see, Superman can fly, and Iron Man’s got his suit. But me… I got something a little different. I can control a woman’s pregnancy. Everything from how many weeks she carries to the food she craves. The shape of her belly, her weight gain, her hormones - if it’s related to her pregnancy I can control it.
I have no idea where the power comes from (sorry I’ve got no cool backstory), and as far as I can tell there aren’t any strings attached. That is, no one has come blasting down from outer space to enlist my help with their alien baby... so I just use my gift as I see fit. I see myself as one of the good guys, so the most important thing to me is helping women and their babies stay healthy. But I have to admit that I take other licences as well.
Here’s a good example. Today I passed a woman on my way to work who was probably 33 weeks along. I could instantly tell that her baby’s umbilical cord was dangerously close to getting wrapped around the poor kid’s neck. It’s like I can sense or see what is going on inside. This umbilical cord might never have become a problem, but better safe than sorry. I pointed my finger casually and felt the same old exciting jolt of energy race from my fingertip to the woman’s belly. The cord gently unravelled itself until it was no longer a threat.
I can only change things when I’m pretty close to a person, like within eyesight. So unfortunately I can only help so many women with my power. But I try to remind myself that I’m lucky to do what I can.
I make other changes too. Less necessary changes. I’ve always had a thing for pregnant ladies for as long as I can remember. I used to look at pictures of pregnant women on my computer when I was 11 or 12. Not even dirty pictures. I didn't know why I was so fascinated, but I was completely drawn to them. The beauty of the form, the ultimate expression of femininity, of sexuality. So some of the changes I make are admittedly a little selfish. I just hate to see a good pregnancy wasted! A little sculpting here and there and no one's the wiser.
As the lady paused, holding her belly, I sent another spark of power toward her. The next couple of months would be great for her, and her husband or boyfriend. To my mind, she was a little bit small for how far along she was. Now she would start ballooning out in all the right places. That belly was gonna come in strong, for one thing. She should be about 47 inches around when she finishes growing. It was going to be a nice round belly, which I think would suit her frame the best. Sometimes I go for a torpedo, an oval, or even a low hanging belly depending on the lady. I also made her gain a cup size, which would help give her that really ripe look that is so appealing in a pregnant lady. The final touch was increasing her libido. She should be hornier than hell by the time she got home and would stay that way for the rest of her pregnancy.
I consider these to be little perks for these ladies. Like I said, the health of the mother and baby comes first, but I like to improve what I can.
Did I mention I work in an OBGYN office? DID I MENTION I WORK IN AN OBGYN OFFICE?? Yeah, I know. My life is kind of perfect. I get to feel good about helping these ladies out, and I get to track their improvement from my changes. Of course we are consistently ranked as the best OBGYN in the city, and the doctors like to think they are pretty hot shit, but really it's me. But I’m cool with staying in the background. I don't need the limelight. It's satisfaction enough getting to see my happy pregnant patients walking through the door each day. One of my standard improvements is to give them each a little boost of serotonin. Going through pregnancy can be scary, and I'm lucky to be able to help take the edge off. None of my ladies are plagued with anxiety about their health and safety. They get nothing but good vibes and positivity, and hopefully get to enjoy their pregnancy a bit more than the average mama. OK, maybe more than a bit. I generally always also ratchet up their sensuality and sexuality. Dang it, pregnant moms are hot, so they should feel hot too! That's just my opinion, and I happen to have the power. I can guarantee they all have good sex lives. I've even been known to help a few of them myself, although I try not to get greedy. I tell myself that's not what this gift is for, but sometimes I just can't help myself. What would you do if you saw a beautiful, single, pregnant lady who you KNEW FOR A FACT was desperately craving sex?
My favorite patients are the young women who come in fresh out of high school with a baby bump and a failed baby daddy relationship. To me, 18-21 is the sexiest age for a pregnant lady, although I appreciate them all. Sometimes there is nothing sexier than an older M.I.L.F. - you gotta hand it to them for having that baby at their stage in life. Plus experience in the bedroom is no joke! I cut it off at 18, though. I only make medically necessary changes for younger patients. It's not cool to take advantage of anybody, let alone a child. I have standards, people!
Most of the time, these girls come in scared and confused. I help them to feel better about their body and their future. Women can get really upset at the changes their bodies go through in pregnancy. I can at least eliminate things like stretch marks and saggy post-natal bellies. All of my patients end up pretty much how they were before they started. And when I grow big bellies (and I mean REALLY big bellies, which I do occasionally), I always help to make sure the girls don't get too tired or achey. I add a little muscle on the back end, improve some joints here and there, and they handle those big bumps like champs.
Take Kelly, for example. She was 19 and rail thin, with gorgeous hazel eyes and beautiful long brown hair. She had just found out she was pregnant by her wannabe YouTuber boyfriend who had dumped her for his side chick (I hear ALL THE DRAMA when they're talking on their cell phones in the lobby). It was as sad a case as I had ever seen. To top it off, she was living all alone and really didn't want to have to move back in with her overbearing mother. I pointed my finger her way and gave her the old serotonin treatment. Within a minute you could tell that she was feeling a whole lot better.
Now a newly pregnant lady is like a blank canvas. I consider it my job to perfect her pregnant form by deciding things like what shape her belly should be, how big she should carry, how high, how low, should her belly button pop out, should her hips widen, should her boobs get huge, etc. I'm kind of an artist in that sense. Kelly, as I mentioned before, was rail thin. She had small tits, probably A cups, and her hips were a little narrow. Never a better specimen for my treatment. Now there is something amazing about a really skinny girl who just explodes with a baby. It might be my favorite pregnant look. I decided then and there that Kelly needed a BIG belly. But the thing with tits, though, is that you don't always want them to get huge. I know, I know. As a guy that sounds like blasphemy. But in my opinion, sometimes boobs can take away from the look of the belly, competing for attention too much. Of course I break my own rule sometimes. Some chicks just look awesome getting huge everywhere. But I could tell that Kelly needed her belly to really shine. My finger was twitching left and right as I made changes. She would end up having about C cup breasts (which she was definitely happy with). They ended up having a great swollen look, with perfectly puffy nipples. I may have also caused them to leak a bit more than usual... That's not strictly helpful, but it’s so sexy to see a pair of swollen tits leaking down onto a pregnant belly. And what a belly! I gave her a glorious singleton bump, ending at 50 inches around toward the end. On her it looked absolutely massive. I loved that belly so much. It was somewhat between a torpedo and a round belly. It stuck perfectly outward without looking weird. It started showing really early too, so I got a lot of time to enjoy it. The baby ended up being over 10 pounds, and I made it so that it came a couple weeks late. I had subtly widened her hips as well, which ended up giving her this super-sexy pregnant waddle.
That was all ahead of her, of course. I had already made the most important changes to her body, now it was time to tweak some other aspects of her pregnancy. After hearing her sad story, I just had to help the poor girl out. I really laid the serotonin heavily on, giving her a whole second dose. I'm talking about the “stare happily out the window while rubbing your belly for 30 minutes” kind of happy buzz. Next I gave her the kind of pregnancy hormones that make a lady just fall in love with her belly. She was going to became so excited with her growth. I didn't need to do much more, but I kind of liked this girl if I'm being honest, so I got her nice and horny. She was guaranteed to remain wet down below and would likely need to pleasure herself frequently. I was pretty sure she got off in the elevator up to our office a time or two. All the better.
Now I wasn't intentionally trying to hook up with Kelly, but it just kind of happened. I talked with her a lot because she always came alone, and I gave her a lot of compliments. She was strikingly beautiful, and the pregnancy really was doing wonders for her body. After her 12 week checkup she already had a nicely visible bump. After chatting about her next appointment and flirting a bit, she asked me if I wanted to grab dinner sometime. I said, how about tonight? And from there our romance struck up. It turned physical almost instantly, of course. I had the advantage of knowing just how horny she was. In fact, she was wildly craving my cock almost before dessert came. As it turned out, she wasn't picky about where I put it either. Anal was just fine with Kelly.
I had to keep things confidential at work, of course. But more than that, I try not to get too attached. I don’t really work well with long-term relationships. I just find it too hard to resist playing the field, so to speak. I made it clear with Kelly, like I always do when I date a pregnant chick, that I'm not looking for something permanent. Most women are actually surprisingly understanding of this and actually more so when they’re pregnant. I guess they feel like so much is gonna change and they don't really want a complicated relationship hanging over their heads once they have their little one. So it generally works out OK. And I make sure I leave them in better shape than I found them, both physically and mentally.
Anyway, things were great with Kelly. Her body was so trim that you could see all of her pregnancy changes super easily. We celebrated her growing belly and changing body. I loved to rub her belly with one hand and play with her pussy with the other. I had used my power to make sure that her pussy lips were nice and swollen, and she loved to keep herself waxed, so it was always a pleasure to eat her out whenever I wanted to. She had a great pussy too. It was terrifically tight and sensitive. I could make her cum multiple times during sex, easy. That was something that had NEVER happened to her before, she told me later. It was such a great feeling when her pussy would start convulsing around my cock. I could feel her orgasm coming in waves. But she could always take more, even right after cumming on my dick.
We kept it up week after week as Kelly's belly grew bigger. By around week 26, her belly was already sizable. I made her belly button stick out around that time. It was so sexy to see it poking out when she wore a tight fitting shirt or sweater. She was in love with her body and luxuriated in her own sexuality. I was increasingly fixated on her belly, knowing what was in store. She loved it when I rubbed my cock all over her taut, distended stomach, and even begged me to cum on it a time or two. It was a beautiful thing to see her rubbing my thick semen across her bulging baby belly.
She would say the dirtiest things too, which I always got a kick out of. It was kind of a shock to hear some of the things she said coming from such an innocent-looking girl, and I gotta admit that it really turned me on. She would ask me to fill her with cum and tell me she was my personal cum dumpster. She would beg me to shoot a load inside of her so that she could get even more pregnant. Once, she said she just wanted to have baby after baby after baby with me, and to get bigger and bigger. She called herself my “little breeding whore.” And she loved the idea of multiples too (that is out of my hand, sadly), and would tell me she wanted to get so big that she could hardly move. It was kinky and sexy. I knew most of it was related to how horny I had made her with my gift, but it was still nice to hear.
I really loved her as she fully ripened in her third trimester. Most nights of the week she would stay over at my place and we would revel in our excesses. I was the happiest man alive during those few months. My big-bellied teen would dress up for me, sometimes putting on her sexy schoolgirl outfit, sometimes trying on her old clothes. I particularly loved seeing her in her tight t-shirts and little jean shorts, which she had to leave completely unzipped to accommodate her now huge belly. Another of my favorite outfits was her polka-dotted, thigh length sundress. The way her belly just pushed that dress out really showcased just how much she had grown. It was the kind of outfit that made you imagine silly things like reaching under the dress, pulling down her underwear, and bending her over for a quick fucking. I loved it when she wore that dress out on some of our few public outings. It was great to see the looks on people’s faces when she’d walk by. Other women were mostly judgmental at her age, the size of her enormous pregnant belly, and the fact that she was flaunting it for everyone to see. Men who saw her were mostly in awe. They couldn’t turn away, and I couldn’t blame them.
She knew I loved her sexy little waddle, so she would always play it up for me, sauntering across the room and intentionally dropping things just to give me an opportunity to check out her ass. There are few things I love better than to see a big sexy pregnant belly hanging down between two beautiful thighs and an amazing ass. At those moments, I couldn’t control myself and just had to shove my cock into her tight little asshole. She would moan as I eased myself into her, filling her up as far as I could go. It was incredibly erotic as I imagined the pressure her poor body was under. Her womb was fantastically filled with her enormous baby and all of the fluid and uterus supporting it, stretching her young elastic skin to maximum tautness. Her breasts were bloated with milk-making ducts and were swollen and tender to the touch, ready at any moment to leak colostrum down her smooth skin. Her hips had flared out, preparing themselves for the baby that would eventually slide down between her legs, and even her vagina was softening and ripening. Her thin, young frame was completely taxed, and knowing that my engorged cock was pushing deeper and deeper into her ass, increasing the pressure even more, was an exhilarating feeling. She was basically being spitted on my cock, with all of her considerable weight on that one point as I would pull her arms backwards and roughly fuck her little asshole. I would always shoot my load deep within her rectum and enjoy watching it leak out after I was finished.
Our desires only increased as she neared and then passed her due date. I think she loved the thrill of not knowing when the baby would come, and the idea of just getting bigger and bigger till she popped. I even cheated and used my power to get her a little extra bigger after week 40. She would measure herself and excitedly say “I’ve gotten even bigger! Can you believe it? I grew another inch. This is crazy!” I would catch her saying things to herself, like “You are one big baby in there. How am I going to push you out? Still… I guess you better keep growing. I want to see how big you can get!”
We got into some real kinky labor role-playing as well, sometimes actually involving her real contractions. It was amazing to be fucking her tight little pussy and to see her stomach tense up in a big contraction. I would fuck her even harder then and watch with fascination as she rode out a monster orgasm through her pain. She would grunt and groan, making some pretty crazy sounds. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I also loved the idea of her pussy getting stretched out by the baby’s head, so we experimented with fisting and inserting some pretty big objects into her pussy. Her breathing would get shallow and quick, just as if she was actually trying to deliver her baby. It was so sexy. I remember one time I had a big vibrating dildo up her ass, an orange in her vagina, and she was giving me a belly job. I came all over her tits and belly and she forced the grapefruit out with a loud groan. It was the highlight of my year.
Of course I made sure with my gift that she would have a very smooth delivery. That was the least I could do after everything I had put her through. She would dilate to 10 cm within an hour and the baby would travel quickly and smoothly down her birth canal. It would all be over in an afternoon and she would recover in a day or two.
Sadly, I missed the big event itself as I got called into work when my coworker caught the flu. It was a shame, but what can you do? I knew there would be other opportunities down the line.
I went and visited Kelly in the hospital and gave her a considerable gift card to the closest big box baby store. She was a happy, beaming mother, and we parted on good terms. I haven’t seen her back at the OBGYN, but I expect she’ll be coming in again one of these days. I find that my patients tend to do repeat business.
In the meantime I’ve got a new girlfriend, Victoria. She’s a cute little latina who’s 16 weeks along with twins. I have to admit I’ve gone a little overboard with this one (remember when I said sometimes it’s fun to see them really explode?). Needless to say, I’ve got my hands full!
