5 years old. It's funny because that's way before boners start kicking in, but yeah when I was 5 I saw hints on television and women with large round stomachs walking around stores and malls.

I wasn't tech-savy back then, so a lot of what I saw had to be recorded in memory. I stored images in my brain and focused on those thoughts throughout the entire day, sometimes weeks at a time. And when I got home, well, I had my fun in my room when I remembered the girls I saw.

Kinda wish I dated a pregnant high school girl. That would've made me happy. Course, knowing my parents, that wouldn't go over well.

I first realised when I was about 4. My mom was a teacher so I went with her to events. One year she and her friends had a beach party and I found out that one of them was pregnant. I couldn't take my eyes off her and she let me rub sun cream on her belly. Later on in life ( I was about ten) I got in trouble at school and was sent to a sort of councillor. When I got there I saw that she was seven months along with twins and got a very awkward hard on. She noticed and said it was fine but I still felt really awkward so to help she let me rub her belly and even let me kiss it (multiple times!). Later on (I was about 16 here) I asked one of my friends if I could go round their house. It turns out her mom was pregnant. My friend went out for a club and my mom said I could stay there for a while. While I was there, my friends mom went swimming in their pool in a really skimpy bikini. She let me join her and let me rub and touch her belly. I accidentally rubbed my erection on her belly and she giggled at it so I did it again and after a while she got a bit carried away as she started moaning. I stopped and she said to never speak of that to anyone. (btw I live in England so legal age of consent is 16).

I clicked teen because there was nothing for under that. I was around 6 when I started looking at pregnant women. One of my teachers got pregnant and she was already incredibly attractive before. I was the only child in the class at one point and she let me feel it and put my head to it as well.
A few years later, I found out she was pregnant again and I was constantly fixated on her belly as she swelled. One day I was drawing a picture and she called me over, lifted her shirt and let me rub it with lotion. After that I she regularly let me feel and touch her belly.
When I was 8 I was at the beach by myself (I lived in a small, safe town) and noticed a group of pregnant ladies. Naturally I walked over to them and asked if I could feel their bellies. They obliged and they even let me kiss their bellies or lick up some ice cream if a bit dripped on their bellies. One of them noticed I was being awkward and nervous and told me that it was okay to find them attractive.

I was about 4 when I first found out. It started with one of my mums friends, who was eight months pregnant when I went with my mum to her house. I wouldn't take my eyes off her belly and I was really curious about it. She let me feel her tummy for a couple of seconds before we had to leave.
When I was about 7 (I was one of those kids that wouldn't pay attention or anything), I was sent off to go with a teacher to have extra lessons. She was six months along when we had our first session and at one point she rolled up her shirt to cool of her belly. I got my mum to sign me up for any after school activities that she did, just so I could see her grow. One of the after school sessions was an art group and I was the only one to sign up, so she let me just doodle and talk to her. At one point during these art lessons, she let me paint on her belly and she giggled every time the brush touched her belly. When she was about 8 months ( she wasn't one for maternity leave) we were on a school trip. And I went off with her at one point because we had to go get something I left on the bus, she said she needed to put some sun cream on and asked if I could help. I obliged and help her rub it on to her belly. After that we carried on with the trip but I stayed with her the whole time. On the last day of school I was the last kid to be picked up, so I stayed in the school office for a while. She was supervising me and I asked her if I could rub her tummy before I went on holiday. She happily let me and I cherished the moment. As I was quite tired, she let me use her belly as a pillow to rest my head on. I took this opportunity to kiss her belly. I kissed it a few times before she giggled and told me my parents were here. After that she didn't get pregnant again until I left school.
When I was 15 I went to the beach and saw a lady with a massive belly swimming. When she got out of the water her belly was glistening wet, which made me quite hard. I went to her and asked about her pregnancy and if I could feel her belly. She later went and got us both ice creams, and hers kept spilling onto her belly. After the 3rd time I licked it off and she proceeded to drop the whole ice cream in her belly and motioned for me to lick it all up. That was when I began to realise that I felt incredibly attracted to the pregnant form, and since then I have taken all opportunities to kiss, touch or feel a pregnant belly

My dad was a mailman and every once in awhile in the summer time when we were out of school, he'd let me walk his mail route with him. One nice summer day when I was about 10 or 11, he lets me join him. So, my dad goes to deliver the mail to this house & as usual, I just waited on the sidewalk while he delivered the mail. Well this was one time that I should not have been lazy & I wished I had walked up to the front door with my dad. That's because the woman living in the house greets my dad at the door wearing what we called back then a moo-moo dress (if you don't know what that is, google it!). Well, she filled out that dress like there was no tomorrow. Her belly must have been at least 50 inches. My dad talked with her for a few seconds & then when he returned to the sidewalk to continue his route, I said "wow, she's really pregnant." My dad says, "I guess so.....she's due to deliver twins next week". And that my friends was the start of my interest in pregnancy. And later that day might have been the first time that I made friends with Mr. Winky.

So that's what a moo moo is. .

I was pretty young as well when I first remember being attracted to pregnancy - I would say 7 or 8. In the same year, I had a teacher get pregnant with twins, and an aunt who got pregnant. I remember being very distracted in class by the pregnant teacher, and I have a very vivid memory of one day leaving my aunts house and hugging her while basically being eye-level with her belly, and then her lifting up her shirt to show my parents, and saying how she felt like she had a basketball in there. Even though I was about 7, I remember it clear as day. I never brought it up to anyone, but I remember it always made me feel funny. I also had a bit of inflation fetish that started around that time, which ended up being what I focused on until early puberty. I started to realize the inflation fetish was fun, but could never be actualized, whereas my attraction to pregnancy was at least based in the real world. I definitely felt like a weirdo around puberty, and thankfully there were sites already around (this was late 90's, early 2000's, so Cheviots Place, Wrenspot, then stormrszone) that I was lucky enough to find and allowed me to not feel like a loner for liking big ol' pregnant bellies. By mid-teens I was fully aware of what my attraction was - a fetish, and since then I've been constantly distracted by almost every pregnant belly that crossed my path

(June 12, 2015, 4:17 pm)ShowMeTheBelly I was pretty young as well when I first remember being attracted to pregnancy - I would say 7 or 8. In the same year, I had a teacher get pregnant with twins, and an aunt who got pregnant. I remember being very distracted in class by the pregnant teacher, and I have a very vivid memory of one day leaving my aunts house and hugging her while basically being eye-level with her belly, and then her lifting up her shirt to show my parents, and saying how she felt like she had a basketball in there. Even though I was about 7, I remember it clear as day. I never brought it up to anyone, but I remember it always made me feel funny. I also had a bit of inflation fetish that started around that time, which ended up being what I focused on until early puberty. I started to realize the inflation fetish was fun, but could never be actualized, whereas my attraction to pregnancy was at least based in the real world. I definitely felt like a weirdo around puberty, and thankfully there were sites already around (this was late 90's, early 2000's, so Cheviots Place, Wrenspot, then stormrszone) that I was lucky enough to find and allowed me to not feel like a loner for liking big ol' pregnant bellies. By mid-teens I was fully aware of what my attraction was - a fetish, and since then I've been constantly distracted by almost every pregnant belly that crossed my path

I remember Cheviots place and Stormrszone! They were like the grand father for sites like this one.

(June 8, 2015, 6:07 pm)Preggobelliesarcool I was about 4 when I first found out. It started with one of my mums friends, who was eight months pregnant when I went with my mum to her house. I wouldn't take my eyes off her belly and I was really curious about it. She let me feel her tummy for a couple of seconds before we had to leave.
When I was about 7 (I was one of those kids that wouldn't pay attention or anything), I was sent off to go with a teacher to have extra lessons. She was six months along when we had our first session and at one point she rolled up her shirt to cool of her belly. I got my mum to sign me up for any after school activities that she did, just so I could see her grow. One of the after school sessions was an art group and I was the only one to sign up, so she let me just doodle and talk to her. At one point during these art lessons, she let me paint on her belly and she giggled every time the brush touched her belly. When she was about 8 months ( she wasn't one for maternity leave) we were on a school trip. And I went off with her at one point because we had to go get something I left on the bus, she said she needed to put some sun cream on and asked if I could help. I obliged and help her rub it on to her belly. After that we carried on with the trip but I stayed with her the whole time. On the last day of school I was the last kid to be picked up, so I stayed in the school office for a while. She was supervising me and I asked her if I could rub her tummy before I went on holiday. She happily let me and I cherished the moment. As I was quite tired, she let me use her belly as a pillow to rest my head on. I took this opportunity to kiss her belly. I kissed it a few times before she giggled and told me my parents were here. After that she didn't get pregnant again until I left school.
When I was 15 I went to the beach and saw a lady with a massive belly swimming. When she got out of the water her belly was glistening wet, which made me quite hard. I went to her and asked about her pregnancy and if I could feel her belly. She later went and got us both ice creams, and hers kept spilling onto her belly. After the 3rd time I licked it off and she proceeded to drop the whole ice cream in her belly and motioned for me to lick it all up. That was when I began to realise that I felt incredibly attracted to the pregnant form, and since then I have taken all opportunities to kiss, touch or feel a pregnant belly

You're telling me that a perfect stranger was into you licking ice cream off her pregnant belly? .-. There's no way the story ends there, care to share the rest?

Well pregolover, it went a like this: I was at the beach, doing beachy things, when I saw her rise out of the water. I made my way down her body. She had a gorgeous face, long brown hair and the biggest belly I had ever seen. It was glittering in the evening light after being in the water for so long. This immediately got me very 'exited'. She began walking (or waddling in her case) towards her spot, which was right next to mine. She got to her towel and dried off her enormous belly before lying down and massaging it. I walked up to her nervousley and asked her if I could rub it. She invited me to and we began talking about her pregnancy. She asked if I wanted ice cream and went to get us both some ice cream. Hers kept dripping and she asked me to lick it up. As bit to eagerly I agreed and licked off a few of the drops. That's when she just poured the rest of the melting mess on to her belly and motioned for me to start licking. I went full on and licked as thoroughly as possible and hearing her try to hold back moans of pleasure made it so much hotter. When I finished up she started caressing her belly and took off her bikini. She started posing and did the classic handbra pose (I had told her I was into what I want but can't get) and she kept rubbing her belly on my face. When she slipped back into her bikini she said she had to pop off home and gave me her number so I could call her when I turned 16. Luckily she was only 8 months along and I turned 16 three days later. I had some of the best preggo sex ever after my birthday.