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It seemed like the thousandth time that I’d taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.
After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It’d certainly make a difference in my wallet.
My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I’d been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row. I’m not claustrophobic, but I was feeling the cattle car experience firsthand. I was looking forward to a little shut eye through it all.
I’d spent the last two days in a hotel, since all my stuff had been packed and shipped on ahead. I was exhausted. The job search, interview trips, eventual packing, and now travel troubles had left me almost entirely without energy.
The plane was pretty full, and I’d hoped that the seat next to me would stay empty, but it wasn’t to be. A young woman, perhaps twentyfour, slender, and with straight shoulderlength dirtyblond hair came down the aisle to the back of the plane, looking at what I figured must be her seat: the one next to me.
She was cute, something I’d be willing to watch for a little while. She was wearing fairly tight jeans and a short white blouse that was not really meant to hide much. She was wearing a gray jogging bra that was filled well. The fabric of her bra was pushed out into well rounded shaped by her breasts. She filled her space nicely.
“Good morning,” I said matter-of-faculty.
“Hi,” she said as she was struggling with the belt. Nothing else was said. I fell asleep as soon as we were airborne. I felt a nudge, which woke me out of a much needed rest. “Do you want breakfast,” she asked. “Umm, sure, ya,” I mustered.
“Are you the other vegetarian meal,” the flight attended asked.
“No… heck no!” I said. “I’ll take anything with meat in it, thanks.” She handed me a tray of scrambled eggs and sausage.
“I wonder why she asked that,” I mused to myself.
“Because you’re sitting next to me, and I ordered vegetarian,” the young lady volunteered. “You should try it sometime, it’s more healthy than that stuff you’re eating.”
“What made you decide to go vegetarian, a bad steak or something?”
“Hah. No. A few years ago, I moved in with some vegetarian friends in Santa Cruz, and, well, that was that,” she explained. “I’ve never gone back.”
“Ah, Santa Cruz, that mecca of alternative lifestyle,” I prodded. I was in a feisty mood. Everything was moving me in that direction that day.
“Yup, and I suppose that you’d consider me the poster child. I live in sort of a apartment house with two other women, which I suppose you’d consider a commune.”
“No kidding. Two roommates. That must cramp the old lifestyle.” I prodded some more.
“Well, actually, it is my lifestyle. We’re actually all sort of living together.” I got the picture, but didn’t know what to say.
“Umm, wow, well, I didn’t mean to pry!” I backed off. Fast.
“Actually, you didn’t, but we all love our lifestyles, and aren’t ashamed of it. People like us should be more open with it.”
“Ya, well, there ya go.”
“You’re now a captive audience. I just spent a week on the conservative east coast, you know.”
“Uh huh. Don’t you ever want kids? Doesn’t it seem that you’re giving up a lot?”
“Well, ya, sort of. A few of us have been talking about planning for the future in that way.” I was curious to hear what was coming next. “We’ve looked into artificial insemination, and may go that way if we can come up with enough money to do it right.”
“Hmm.” I stopped the conversation for a while. I felt as though I was invading someone’s space in a big way. A few minutes passed.
“So, you strike me as the conservative east coast type,” she observed.
“Me, east coast, ya, not quite conservative. You’ll never see me in a tie.”
“It’s just the talk about kids and all…”
“Well, you do want kids, right? So what’s conservative about that?”
“Nothing I suppose. It came off as a little judgmental, that’s all.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. We went from talking about your being a vegetarian to your sex life pretty quickly.” This time she let the conversation idle for a few minutes.
“You know, there are cheaper ways to do it,” I blurted out.
“Do what?”
“Conceive have kids, I mean.”
“Oh, you mean the conservative, traditional way, right? I’ve heard of that,” she said sarcastically. “You know, I’m not entirely gay, I still see things in guys that I like.
“You just need the right guy, you know, who’s willing to do the upfront work.” I was stammering a little. This was an odd conversation. A few minutes passed, as we both looked at magazines.
“What do you think of this suit,” she asked, showing me a tanthrough swimsuit being modeled by a woman who seemed to have no brain whatsoever.
“I like it,” I said. It was a full body suit that had high lines at the thighs and a low cut at the breasts. “It accentuates all the right things.” I went out on a limb, “I think it’d look pretty good on you.”
She blushed, “Oh you do, do you?” “So, um, would you happen to know any of those guys who could help me out with my, shall we say, proposed project?”
“You mean get you pregnant?” “Well, ya,” she said, as if to say “duh!”
“Well, I, uh, I’d be inclined to give it a try. I’m moving out there you know.”
“Really?”
“Ya, I’d have a few conditions though,” I said. I was beginning to regain some composure.
“Well,that’s sort of the problem, I don’t want any conditions.” She turned away a little.
“It’s pretty simple, really. I’d want time with you while you were pregnant, you know, intimate time.”
“That’s all?”
“Ya, that’s pretty much it. I’ve always wanted to make love to a pregnant woman, and well, that’d be my price. We’d both get something from the deal.”
Chapter 2
I got into the center of Santa Cruz, and after taking a few wrong turns, finally found my way to her place. It was a surprisingly nice building. When someone says “apartment building” to me, I think dreary, but this was nice. It was almost an east coast Victorian. She was on the porch waving to me.
“Glad you found the place!” she said. Let me introduce you to my girlfriends, Deidre and Cassandra.
“Very glad to meet you,” I politely said.
They were clearly sizing me up, and I was sizing them up, wondering why such good looking women would want to be a lesbian. I had a lot to learn. “He’s the one who’s going to make us a family.” They all sized me up a little more. We went in the front door.
“Gees, who’d you tell?”
“Just my girlfriends. They’re all curious how this is all going to work out, you know, how you deal with this and all.”
“How I deal with it?”
“Ya, pretty much.” She took me by the hand and led me to her room upstairs. The place looked a little like a sorority house, lots of common areas, with bedrooms here and there.
Her room was a weird cross between a teenage boy’s room and a twentysomething woman’s room. A poster of Xena was on the wall, a makeup table was against another wall. Two large open windows faced the bay, letting the early afternoon sun and sea breeze in.
She was all business. She undressed me, and then undressed herself. She grabbed my cock, rubbing it back and forth as it grew to full potential. “This’ll do the trick,” she said. She pushed me onto the bed, and mounted me like a lion would pounce a gazelle. “I’m ovulating you know, so let’s make it happen!”
Her boobs were fantastic, freed from her bra. She wasn’t quite as slender as I’d imagined, but nicely shaped just the same. “OK, boy, now gimme all you got, fill me with your manhood!” She moaned as I pumped what felt like a cup into her.
We did it as many times as I could. I was beat. “You want something to drink, spermboy? We have to keep you healthy and making more of that baby juice.”
“Sure, a beer would be great.” She didn’t bother dressing as she went to the kitchen. She returned with not one, but two Buds, both for me.
I went back two more times that week to give her a top up, both times she was quite thankful. I’d squirted into her more times in those few days than I’d ever done to any one woman. I could feel that my volume was increasing each time.
Chapter 3
Several weeks passed, and I was curious what was happening. Just as I was about to call, she called me.
“You’re a wonderman,” she said. I went cold in disbelief of what I was expecting her to say. “You juiced me so well that we did it in the first month! I’m preggo, with child, carrying, got a bun in the oven, woohoo! The girls are so jealous!”
“Wow, that’s great, always thought I had it in me!
“And you know, I did really enjoy our little project a few weeks back, and I’m sort of looking forward to your fulfilling your ‘condition’.”
“And I’m really going to enjoy your ‘condition’ too!” We both laughed.
“Would you mind if I came down to see you?”
“No, that’d be fine. You can spend the night, it’s long drive.”
I was in the car in under ten minutes, and at her door an hour later.
Chapter 4
I went into the living room where she was standing there, topless, holding her boobs in front of Deidre and Cassandra. “They’re bigger, don’t you think?”
“Oh, ya,” said Deidre.
“I don’t know, they do seem a little bigger,” said Cassandra, with what sounded to me like jealous skepticism.
“They feel bigger,” said Sam.
“And heavier,” said Cassandra, after she came up and felt both boobs.
“Ya, that’s a good way to describe it. Definitely heavier.” said Sam. “I’ll bet that your nipples are darker too,” I said, coming into the conversation. “May I?”
“Sure,” Samantha said, as her friends backed away a little, and she lifted her arms. I reached from behind her and cupped my hands onto her boobs, lifting gently to feel the weight. She turned toward me and said “My man”, again weighing her boobs in her hand. “Look what you’ve done to me!”
“Do you think that there’s milk in them?” asked Deidre. “I don’t hink that happens until after birth,” I said.
“So how long before you get a belly, Sam,” asked Cassandra.
“I don’t know, maybe a couple of months?” She looked to me as though I’d know.
“Ya, probably something like that. Maybe less.” All of a sudden I was the expert. I didn’t have a clue, but it was going to be fun to watch. “I brought a camera, I’d like to get some pics to remember this by.”
“That’s fine, as long as I get prints too.”
“Us too,” said Deidre, looking at Cassandra.
We all went upstairs. Samantha started posing even before I was ready for her. I think that she was posing for her girlfriends as much as for the camera. We took all kinds of shots. She gave us profile shots, frontal shots, and all shots in between. My favorite was when she gave us a profile shot of her on her hands and knees. Her breasts, while nice and firm, drooped like honey drops. I could only imagine her belly doing the same in a few weeks!
Later that night, I made love to her, and felt a difference in how she felt wrapped around my cock, somehow she felt warmer and softer. I had heard how this can happen, but was amazed at the difference that it made!
Chapter 5
A few weeks passed, and I wanted another look and feel. When I got there, Samantha was still at work. Deidre was on the porch, and said “So, you seem to have done a fine job with Sam.”
I thought that she was pissed. “I did what she wanted.” “So you did. She’s rounding out quite nicely. I’m impressed. I don’t suppose that you handle more than one client at a time, do you?” She handed me a beer.
I hadn’t expected that. It’s not like this was a business. “Well, I suppose, as long as you don’t think that Sam would mind.”
“Nah, we talked about it, she was impressed with your work too, and recommended you highly.” I laughed nervously. What the hell was I getting into?
Again, I was taken by the hand upstairs, this time into Deidre’s room. She put on some music, and lit up a joint. “I won’t be able to do this anymore, so here goes one more time.” Out of character for me, I joined her in the smoke. I started undressing her, and she me. Her boobs were pretty average, but she was as skinny as a rail. I figured that if she did get pregnant from this, she’d look like a snake having swallowed a duck.
“Are you ovulating?” I sounded like a doctor. I suppose that in a way, I was!
“I think so. I’m really glad you’re here in prime time. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, just didn’t have the ‘contacts’ you might say. Sam’s boobs have gotten huge. I’ve always wanted huge boobs. Her tummy’s beginning to round out nicely. I’ve always wanted to be something more than a stick. Besides, being a mom should suit me, don’t you think?”
“I guess, I stammered. “Well, let’s see what we can do about rounding you out a little. As I recall, this is the right procedure…” I got on top of her, as she grasped my sides to pull me into position.
“I hope that you brought a lot of that baby potion with you,” she said as she worked with me to get every drop out. We collapsed on the bed. Actually, I collapsed, she just laid down next to me. We fell asleep pretty quickly.
A light knock at the door woke us up a few minutes later. “Knock, knock! I see that you took my recommendation, Deidre, a fine choice.” Samantha sat on the bed beside Deidre as they both looked at me. “I’m glad to see that you’re helping out my friends too!”
Samantha removed her jacket, blouse and bra. She had a different bra this time, it seemed bigger. When the bra was away, it was clear why, her boobs were much bigger, and her nipples were much darker. Deidre said, “I can’t wait until mine are round and full like this,” as she suckled up to Samantha’s left boob.
“Neither can I,” I said. I felt Samantha’s right boob, remembering its old size with my head while my hand measured up the new size. It was quite a lot bigger and fuller than I recalled.
I removed her boots, and then went to remove her jeans.
She stroked my dick, “Here’s our man.” Her jeans were elastic waist jeans. I put my hands on the jeans to feel the shape of her belly. It was definitely rounding out and firm. I untied the tie and pulled them down over her belly, which was indeed much more substantial that I had imagined. I removed her panties, and rubbed her belly round and round.
“I don’t want you making love to her right now. If you want to do that, you come squirt your juice this way. Besides, she doesn’t need it! You gave her enough to last nine months! Look how big she’s getting!” We all laughed, but I was really into making love to Samantha, since she was far sexier with her enhanced breasts and rounding belly. Samantha released my dick as Deidre pulled me back to her side of the bed and directed me to top her off. I pushed my dick into her slick opening, and gave her another dose.
Samantha got up from the bed as we finished. I watched while Deidre was getting her underwear on. Samantha’s pregnancy was clear to see. Just beneath her belly button a small round protrusion showed. It was especially prominent when she leaned back a little, which she did because her back was a little sort. “How many weeks are you now?” I asked.
“Ten, I think.” She put her hands onto her slightly rounded belly. I went over to her from behind, and put mine on too. “I can’t believe that I’m growing a new little one in here. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
“Mine too,” said Deidre, as she put her arms around Samantha, rubbing her belly from behind. “Mmmmm,” she said, as she moved her hands up to Samantha’s large breasts. Samantha tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation.
I went to get my camera.
Chapter 6
I knocked on the door of the house early on Saturday morning. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted from the house. Deidre had called me a couple of weeks earlier to tell me that once again, my powerful semen had impregnated someone on the first try! When she opened the door, she was wearing pajama shorts that were a little low on her abdomen, and a short top that stopped just beneath her boobs, which had grown from their earlier small size into nicely rounded breasts.
“Hey Daddy, how’s it going?”
I’d never been called Daddy before. That was a bit of a head drain! “Great, how’s my little one?” She let me in and closed the door behind me.
“Fine, getting bigger every day.” She picked up her shirt to show her small belly. Her thin body let the belly show earlier than it might otherwise. A small bulge below her bellybutton gave away the secret. “Seven weeks now, a sixth of the way there. I hope that I get frickin’ huge. If I’ve got to get big anyway, it might as well be over the top!”
“Me too, the bigger the better, I figure. I brought my camera, I was hoping that we could get some shots of you and Samantha together.”
“Sure, but I think that Samantha’s going down to the beach this morning.” As soon as her name was mentioned, Samantha came down the stairs, clearly ready for the beach, and clearly pregnant.
“Hi there.” As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her belly came into full view. There she was, with a full round fifteen week belly pushing her bikini bottom down and a little out of place. She wagged her belly side to side to show it off. I went over. Clearly, she wasn’t the kind of woman to hide her pregnancy as a matter of fact, she was a little on the exhibitionist side. I wondered how many guys at the beach would be watching her closely. I sure would be.
“Hi. Well, you’ve certainly rounded out since I saw you last.”
“Ya, the girls love it. As a matter of fact, Cassandra wanted to chat with you a while.” She was cradling her belly with her hands.
“You’re kidding, another?”
“Sure, lesbians want kids too, and this is a good arrangement.”
“OK, but I’m not going to leave here without having some time with you.”
“You’re a brat, did you know that?” she said as she pulled me up the stairs.
I hadn’t expected that. She must sort of like this.
We went into her room. I came up behind her and put my hands on her belly. I moved my right hand down to her bikini bottom and pulled it down. She turned to unzip me and take off my jeans. As she did, she grabbed my dick and said, “look what this bad boy’s done to me!” I took off her bikini top, letting her full breasts free. The threw me onto the bed, and was on top of me in a second. “Let’s do this,” she said as she aimed herself at my dick, and slowly pushed us together. As we made love, I caressed her belly and boobs, not knowing which I should spend more time with. She leaned into me, and I sucked her right breast. “There’s nothing there yet, you naughty boy, but just you wait a couple of months” She wouldn’t let me cum more than once. “That’s enough, you want enough for Cassandra, don’t you?”
“I guess so, as I got up.” There was a light knock on the door, as Deidre came in.
“Well, we didn’t waste any time did we? Did you save any for me?”
“Well, I guess so,” I said as I sat back down on the bed. “Do you mind?” Deidre asked of Samantha.
“No, that’s fine, I’m heading off to tan my big round belly!”
Having sex with Deidre wasn’t as fun as Samantha, since her boobs and belly were smaller, but what she lacked in size, made up for in energy.
We went downstairs afterward. As we came into the living room, Cassandra was coming in the door with a boogie board and wearing a wetsuit. Her short blond hair was still wet and wild from the surf and from the short ride from the beach in her jeep. “Hey,” she said as she put the boogie board in the corner and threw her keys onto the coffee table. “I’d wanted to talk to you about your ‘business'”.
“It’s not a business,” I countered, “it’s a hobby.”
“I see,” she said, unimpressed with the distinction. “When can we start?”
“Umm, today, I guess. How do you feel about,” I had to think, “a May baby?”
“That works for me.” She was all business as we went about doing the deed.
“Thanks,” she said afterward, “I’ll let you know if we need to do this again. This was a bit faster and less fun than I had anticipated.
Later, I went to the beach to see Samantha. As I was walking along the beach, I saw a few pregnant women, at various stages of their pregnancy. I was amused because soon I’d have my own library of women at various stages of pregnancy. I did the math. In two months, I’d have one woman at twentyfour weeks, one at sixteen weeks, and one at eleven weeks. That would make for an interesting collection. I only hoped that I wouldn’t drown in their hormones!
Chapter 7
It was a cold Saturday evening in September when I arrived at the house. I brought two halfgallons of ice cream for the girls. Cassandra had called two weeks ago with news that she too was with child. Wow, I now had three pregnant women to take care of. It was hard to get used to the idea. I let myself in. “Hello!”
“Hi!” chimed three women from the kitchen. I went in, where they were sitting around the table with Cassandra comparing notes. On the table was a tape measure.
“So how are things measuring up?”
Samantha got up from the table with a little effort. Her belly was beginning to impede her mobility! She was wearing a white stretch top with black maternity pants. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Her boobs looked fabulous, neatly wrapped by the shirt. Her nipples were big, and her aureole were clearly visible even through the tight shirt. “Hey, your belly button popped!”
“Ya, it does that sometimes now! As a matter of fact, it’s like that most of the time, isn’t is Deidre?”
“Ya, I think so.” Deidre got up. “Hey, check this out!” She pulled up her tshirt, and showed me the top of her jeans, which didn’t stand much of a chance of buttoning, and her zipper was only halfway up.
“Wow, you’re coming along too!” I put my hand on her belly, then a little but down her unzipped jeans. She giggled a little and squirmed away some.
“And you,” I said to Sam, you’re getting really big!” I went up to her, and put my right hand on her back, and my left hand on her belly. “How big around are you now?”
“Let’s see,” she said as she went for the measuring tape. She put it around her belly. “Umm, looks like fortytwo inches!”
“Wow.” I put my arms around her from the back to feel what fortytwo inches of pregnancy felt like. I took the tape over to Deidre. “Let’s see where you are!” I wrapped the tape around. “Looks like thirty-four inches. Not bad! You’re, what,twelve weeks now?”
“Ya, twelve weeks. It’s fun to look at Samantha to see what two months will do for me!”
“Everyone’s differentthough,you’llprobably end up looking bigger!”
Cassandra said, “I’ve got a belly now too, let’s measure mine.”
“No you don’t, you can’t, you’re only seven weeks pregnant,” said Deidre.
“I do. I started at a twenty-seven inch waist, and I know I’ve gotten bigger. Give me that measuring tape.” She pulled up her blouse to her boobs (she wasn’t wearing a bra, so the view was great) and put the tape around her waist. As soon as she pulled up her blouse, I knew that she had a tummy. It looked even bigger than Deidre’s!
She had hidden it for a while now. None of us thought much of it when she complained about her wetsuit not fitting anymore, but wow, she had really blossomed. “Thirty-eight inches. So there. I do have a belly. It’s bigger than Deidre’s! What are you, thirty-four?”
“Umm, ya, and I’m five weeks ahead of you,” said Deidre.
“Do you think that you’re going to have twins?” asked Samantha.
“I don’t know, do you think?”
“Well, you’re bigger than anyone else was at this point,” I said. There was a moment of awe as the idea sank in.
I’m feeling like crap, so I’ll see you guys later.” I went over gave her slightly over sized belly a little rub, and said, let me know if you want anything.” She sighed, and went upstairs to bed.
After a nice dinner of lentils (yecch), we went into the living room to chat for a while. “Mind if I take some pictures,” I asked.
“No, we think it’s been a little too long,” Samantha said, pushing her belly toward me as a hint.
The two girls stood in front of the fireplace to start. They had hands on each others bellies. Deidre went behind Samantha and put her arms around her, pulling her shirt up and putting her hands on the sides of her belly. They swapped positions, and Samantha got as close as her belly would let her to Deidre, and we did the same shot. I got a few closeups of the profile of Samantha’s pregnant swollen boobs through her tight white shirt. Deidre kept interfering by playing with Samantha’s nipples, which would triple in size! I eventually gave up.
“I may be going out on a limb here, but could we, you know, um, have a threesome?” I asked.
“We’ve talked about that, and we thought it’d be fun, we just didn’t know if you’d be into it,” Deidre answered.
“Uhh, I’ve never done it before, but heck, I’m into it. Making love to pregnant women is what I do best!”
The girls came up to me. Samantha pressed her belly against my side while she blew into my ear, nibbled my earlobe, and then started licking my neck. Deidre unzipped my jeans, put her hands down my pants, then pulled the jeans right off. She rubbed her belly against mine. I lost track of who took the rest of my clothes off, but before I knew it, Samantha was on top of me rubbing her breasts while I rubbed her belly. Deidre was at my head with her breasts dangling in my face while she was trying to kiss Samantha. It was nearly more than I could handle. That was a night that I won’t forget.
Chapter 8
When I went into the house on that morning, Cassandra was coming down the stairs wearing a bathrobe. “Hi, how’s my third mom doing?”
“I’m fine, and so are BOTH babies.” I was awestruck.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, I went to the doctor yesterday, and she did an ultrasound. There are two little tykes in here,” she said, pulling the robe away from her belly and holding it like a basketball.
I went up to her and held her belly. “So how big it it now?”
“I just measured, it’s up to thirty-seven inches.” “Wow, that’s huge. How are the other girls?”
“They’re fine, they’re both getting round too, but not as fast as I am!”
“I’ll bet. You going for a shower or something?”
“Ya, I just got back from windsurfing. Want to join me?”
“Sure.” I followed her into the bathroom. I pulled her robe off to size her up. Her ten weeks of pregnancy was starting to show not only in her belly, but in her boobs too. Her nipples were getting larger and darker. Her breasts were full and round, and I had the urge to suckle a little. Of course, there was nothing there to drink, but it was another way to enjoy her changing body. We jumped into the shower. I watched as the water dripped from her excited nipples. She soaped up my dick, rubbing it nearly to the point of cumming, but stopped before I did.
“I’ll leave this for someone else,” she giggled. We finished the shower and got dressed. She put on jeans that were too tight to button, and a sweatshirt. She skipped the bra.
I went knocked on Samantha’s door. “Come in.”
“Hi, want some company?”
“Sure.” She pulled the sheets back, exposing her 23 week belly. She wasn’t wearing anything but some slight black panties. I quickly undressed again and jumped in with her. I was more than a little surprised to find that Deidre was sharing a little bed space with Samantha too!
“Well, hey girls, how are you feeling? Oh wait, I can feel you myself!” They laughed as Deidre rubbed Samantha’s belly from behind. I put my hand on Samantha’s breasts to feel them. They were only a little larger, having reached their full pregnancy size. Her veins were showing under the skin a little, which made them seem even a little bigger. Her belly was quite a bit bigger than before, and her linea nigra, the dark line down her belly, was beginning to show. I rolled her onto her back and got on top of her. Making love to her was a challenge! Her belly was beginning to get in the way, but we made it work. It just meant that I couldn’t lean over her so much. Afterward we measured her belly at 45 inches!
Chapter 9
It was Thanksgiving day, and I showed up early with a couple of cans of cranberry sauce to go with my frozen turkey dinner. I went into the kitchen to say hi and to check out the girls. Samantha and Deidre were in hysterics, and at first I didn’t know why, but there in the corner was Cassandra, trying to fit into her wetsuit. She could get the bottom on OK, it was the abdomen that was having a hard time getting over her 15 week twin belly! She could put it all on, but couldn’t zip it up. She tried a few more times, and finally did it, but the stress on the suit was obvious! Her belly was plain to see, and the zipper was straining to keep things together! She took it off, right there in the kitchen and kicked it under the table as she straightened her grey cotton panties. “I guess that’s it for windsurfing.”
“Couldn’t you just use a swimsuit,” I asked.
“It’d be too cold, and I don’t think that I’d fit into my speedo anymore either. These twins have me busting out of all my clothes!!
“Let’s see,” Samantha said. “Let’s have him judge a preggo swimsuit contest! I’ll get mine.”
“Hah, that’ll be a laugh,” said Deidre. “I’ll get mine too.”
My dick was as hard as a rock at this prospect. My three girls cavorting around in their swimsuits at 28, 20 and 15 weeks. I got my camera. Deidre was first, in a yellow bikini. Her belly pushed the bikini down below where it should be, but she insisted on pulling it up. As soon as she’d pull it up, stretching it along the way, it’d fall back down, until she resigned herself to the fact that she was just too big for it now. Her slender body now looked like she had a basketball in her stomach! Her belly was distinctly round. Halfway through her pregnancy, it looked as though her belly would only go out and up! Deidre rotated once or twice, put her hands under her newly enhanced boobs, then to her belly, and then she put her hands to her crotch, and pulled them up around her belly.
Cassandra was next in her blue speedo. She fit into that a lot better than the wetsuit. It outlined her large 15 week belly nicely. She still looked slim, but her belly was a feature of her figure. Her breasts were still growing, but were losing the battle with the belly for which extended from her body more. I figured that her belly must be up to at least 43 inches, maybe more. Her athletic build was now definitely lost to a more rounded, maternal look.
Samantha came down last, wearing a zippered speedo one piece. The zipper was halfway zipped, showing all her substantial cleavage. Her nipples and aureole were prominent, but her belly was the most striking feature. Her belly button was right out there in front, following by a large hemisphere of pregnant belly. The spandex of the suit was strained around her belly.
“That suit’s done for,” Cassandra remarked.
“And you were complaining about a wetsuit??” Deidre remarked.
“Hey now, I’ve got twins to blame for that!” Cassandra retorted.
“Do you like my new look?” Samantha asked. “Yes, I do indeed,” I replied.
“So who wins the contest?”
“Well, you definitely win for biggest belly. Deidre, you win for the most rounded belly, Cassandra, you win for the best pregnant breasts. How’s that?”
“Hey, what’s wrong with my boobs?”, questioned Samantha.
“And what’s wrong with my belly?” asked Cassandra, wagging her prematurely large belly around.
“Nothing, I think that you’re all beautiful. How could I choose sides?”
“You’re just copping out,” said Cassandra.
“OK, ok. I’ll need a closer examination of the facts…” With that, they all stripped, and tried to show me (and one another) their best assets.
We measured: Samantha did have the biggest belly at 27 weeks and 46 inches, followed by Cassandra, at 14 weeks and 41 inches, and finally Deidre at 19 weeks and 38 inches.
Chapter 10
It was Christmas eve, and all three girls had visits with the obstetrician. I went with them. Samantha went first. It was her 32week visit. From here on out, she’d be seen every other week. Her belly didn’t look as though it could get a lot bigger! She laid down on the table, and the doctor examined her. He measured her fundal height. I asked “How big around is she?”
“Are you the father?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, it isn’t something that we measure, but why not?” He measured the same way that we do. “Hmm, looks like 48 inches. Well, I’d say that things are coming along fine. Your dates still look good, so I’d expect to see you delivering in about eight weeks. Stay healthy.” With that he left the room. Samantha got dressed quickly, as I went to the next door down to Deidre’s room.
Deidre had just gotten up onto the table, and pulled the top of her maternity jeans down a little for the impending exam. At 24 weeks, she was getting used to the whole thing. I closed the door behind me, and pulled the curtain closed. “I just saw how he does the exam, it’s something like this.” I slid my hand slowly down her panties and pleased her a little. She giggled. “Stop that, he’ll be in any minute.”
“It’ll be a little while, he just got done with Samantha! Don’t doctors get coffee between patients or something?” I continued, moving Deidre a little closer to the stratosphere. She squirmed as she tried to be quiet so as not to draw attention to us. As she squirmed close to ecstasy, her belly wiggled in a way that by itself would have given me a stiffy. I’m sure that the baby liked the gentle ride. I stopped just in time as the door opened. I sat down to hide my excited appendage.
The doctor’s face showed it all. “Weren’t you just…”
“Yes, I was, this is my second child in this belly.” The stunned look on his face was indescribable.
“Well, umm, let’s see, this is your 24th week. You haven’t been gaining as much weight as we’d like, but the baby appears to be doing fine. I’m going to recommend that you try eating more regularly. Try more healthy snacks. And you…” He looked at me. “… try to take better care of her.” He left the room slowly and deliberately, as though something were left unsaid.
“Take care of me?” said Deidre.
“Ya, I guess… maybe he means like this,” I said as my hand went back down her panties. She did that wiggle thing again, her newly protruding bellybutton waving back and forth like a small flag on a round mountain. I used his measuring tape to keep score: 45 inches. She was enjoying all this, but I had another appointment…
I went into Cassandra’s room, where she, like Deidre, was nearly undressed on the table. Her huge twin belly, at 48 inches, matched that of Samantha, who was a full trimester ahead of her! “The doctor’s going to love this, I said”.
“I’ll bet,” said Cassandra. “Anything that I should know about?”
“Ya, you’re as big around as a thirdtrimester pregnant woman!”
“You’re kidding! I won’t be able to walk in my third trimester!”
The doctor came in, then turned around and left. He came back a few seconds later, with a newly professional look on his face. “Well let’s see, we’re at 19 weeks with twins. How’ve you been feeling?”
“Heavy. I feel heavy.”
“Well, you are, but only because of your children. This is normal. Many women carrying multiples don’t make it to their 40th week, so you’re likely more than halfway there already.” He used the doppler to listen to both heartbeats. “Very good, the babies are doing fine, and there seems to be enough fluid. Fortunately, your body frame is well suited to twins. You may indeed make it until 40 weeks.” With that he left the room. I helped her to her feet.
We went home to a warm, very pregnant, Christmas.
Chapter 11
“Oooh!” she said, as Sam was experiencing strong BraxtonHicks contractions.
“Don’t worry, they’re practice contractions. They’ll go away soon,” I said. I’d been doing my reading. “Most women will have them in the last trimester. Samantha’s at 36 weeks by my calculations, so this is normal. If they get too painful though, we should see a doctor.”
“Will we all get those?” Cassandra asked.
“Probably. They get things in order for delivery,” I said. I went back to reading my book on pregnancy and birth. I had to be ready. It was only four weeks away. I figured that after all of this, I’d be a pro. Perhaps it was time for a career change.
Cassandra, who in her 23rd week, was just a little bigger around than Samantha, came up to my chair and sat in my lap. She nearly crushed me, but I wasn’t going to complain too much. I put my hand under her blouse, followed the contour of her belly up to her breasts, and caressed them. They were well on their way to being able to feed two hungry children.
“We were wondering, would you be willing to sleep with all of us tonight?”
“Ya, sure, that’d be a lot of fun!” I didn’t hesitate.
“We’ll make a bed out of the living room, you can put a fire in the fireplace, and we’ll have a fun time together.”
It’s not every day that you can have three pregnant women in the same bed with you.
I built a fire in the fireplace, and as Cassandra had said, the girls made a bed of the entire room. Every pillow and blanket in the house was there. I felt as though I was in a harem and I suppose that to a certain extent, I was. Samantha came over to me, guided me to a soft spot on the floor, and undressed me. She was wearing a pair of pajamas that were clearly too small to cover her boobs, much less her belly. It was purely erotic.
Deidre came into the room, lit a couple of candles, and turned out the lights. The warm glow of the fireplace with the candles accentuated her curves, which were covered with a stretch cotton body stocking. The stocking outlined every nuance of her body, but hid her skin from view. Her body was still skinny, but her breasts had grown to be nearly perfect, like perfectly rounded, but oversized peaches. I knew exactly how they were going to feel in my hands, but couldn’t touch just yet. This was just the kind of tease that got me going. She sat down next to me and started rubbing my cock.
Down the stairs came Cassandra, her belly leading the way. She was wearing a fishnet body stocking that was clearly straining under the pressure exerted by her belly. The openings in the net were like a lines on a contour map, showing how the curves of her breasts and belly went from flat to round. The stocking was open at her crotch a clear sign that she was expecting one of the rest of us to do something I was dearly hoping that she wanted a piece of me.
The three of us didn’t spend too much time dressed. I think that we all eventually made love in some way to each of the rest of us.
Chapter 12
She called early in the morning and told me that it was coming soon. I drove all the way thinking about Samantha. She was almost a week overdue now, and measuring in at a full 50 inches just plain huge. When I got there, she was on the couch surrounded by two women who were more than just helpers they were students.
Her skin was almost translucent from all the stretching. What had once been a nice, normal belly, was distended into a huge sphere containing a human being. The changes that her body had undergone were mind boggling, and it was coming to an end.
As I came in, Deidre and Cassandra left the room to afford us some privacy. “It’s going to be just fine honey,” I told here. “People do this every day, remember?”
“Not me, I don’t do this every day!”
“You will today. It’s going to be fine.” “Do you know what I want?”
“What’s that,” I asked.
“I want to make love one more time before my belly goes away. Making love with a huge belly is challenging, but a lot of fun. I’m going to miss that more than anything.”
“I know what you mean. When I met you, I’d never made love to a pregnant woman before, although I was curious. Now that I’ve done so, making love to a women who’s not pregnant will just never be the same.” I kissed here. She moved her legs to the side of the couch so that I could penetrate her. As I did, she moaned. “Did that hurt?”
“No, it feels awesome. Come on baby, make love to me,” she pleaded tiredly. Afterward, I helped her up. When she stood, her belly was like a round shelf. Under her belly, you’d stay dry in a rainstorm. I moved my hands around her belly and under her belly. As she moved, her body seemed to rotate around the belly, as though the belly were moving her. She gently pushed me onto the floor, then carefully lowered her heavy belly down, with her body following. She mounted me slowly. Her belly touched my chest as she leaned to put my dick into her. Slowly, she moved up and down in a gentle yet deliberate manner of lovemaking. I couldn’t reach her breasts, but her belly was so close that I could almost lick her belly button. We then got up, picked up her suitcase, and went to the hospital. Our daughter Christine was born late that night.
Chapter 13
Deidre and Cassandra were home taking care of Christine while Samantha and I went out for the afternoon and dinner. I took her to a nice place in San Francisco so that she could get some rest and relaxation.
“My boobs are going to explode,” she said over dessert.
“Hmm?” I couldn’t believe that she said that.
“Ya, without Christine to drink the milk, it just stores up! They’re going to explode. It’s been 12 hours since she ate last!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ya, it hurts. It’s almost like having to pee, but there isn’t a place to get rid of excess milk!”
“Sure there is,” I said playfully.
“Well, I suppose….” She had caught on.
We paid the bill, and went to the handicap restroom at the restaurant. It was private, and we definitely needed privacy for this. I locked the door, and when I turned toward her, she had already started to take off her leather jacket. The white cotton knit sweater that she was wearing was wet with milk. I helped her remove it, then the bra. Her bra, oversized for just this sort of eventuality, was straining to contain her breasts. When I pulled the bra off, her breasts didn’t drop the way normal breasts do, they stayed there like rocks! The pressure of the milk held them taught like overfilled balloons! Also, normally breasts point basically forward. Well, her breasts were so engorged that they pointed out to the sides a little, strictly following the contour of her chest. When viewed from the front, they had their own profile too, they were bloated on the sides too! I had never seen breasts like that before.
“Careful, they’re really tender.”
“OK,” I said. I didn’t want to make her mad doing what I desperately wanted to do. I put my hands on them. They were hard, solid, almost as though they were made of warm, soft marble. As soon as I touched them, milk began to drip from them. I couldn’t keep up with the flow. She let one drip into a sink while I licked the warm milk from the other. As soon as I had one breast under control, I moved on to the other. I must have has about two pints of breast milk in that restaurant that night. As we left, she rubbed some milk out of my hair.
“Thanks, I needed that!”
“You’re welcome, I needed that too.
We got back late that night. Samantha got Christine and went to bed with her. I climbed into bed with Deidre and Cassandra, who were sleeping together. I put my arm around Cassandra. It wasn’t possible to get my arm all the way around her in bed anymore, so I turned over and put my arm around Deidre, who was more reasonably sized. I lay there thinking that Deidre was only 4 weeks away, and Cassandra was nine weeks away. In nine weeks, it’d all be over. I was glad when Deidre woke up and asked me to tease her some. We made love quietly while Cassandra slept.
In the morning, I got up and made breakfast. Samantha was already awake and feeding Christine. Deidre came down a few minutes later.
“Cassandra is hungry, did you make any for her?”
“Ya, tell her I’ll be up in a few minutes.” Cassandra had been asked by the doctor to take it easy. Her belly was colossal by any standard, 55 inches around at the largest point. Her skin was so tight that it looked more like a round drum head than a pregnant belly. She had to stop driving her jeep a few weeks prior because she couldn’t reach the pedals with the seat back as far as it needed to be to fit her belly! I went up with breakfast. She ate fast, trying to keep her babies satisfied with nutrition. “Come here,” she asked. I went to her bedside. She pulled me down and kissed me, while she put her hand on my sweatpant shorts. She pushed her hand into the leg hole and grabbed my cock gently but firmly. “I want to make love, right now. Go close the door.” I complied. “Help me up.”
As she stood, the immense weight of her belly was apparent as it seemed to move on its own! In spite of being athletic, the belly was getting the best of her. She rubbed her belly up and down, and it seemed to respond by moving up and down a little. I lay down, and she got on top of me. When she leaned forward to let me suck on her boobs, her belly pushed on mine, making it nearly impossible to breathe! We made love, which she seemed to entirely enjoy.
Chapter 14
The thing that slowed us down most going to the hospital with Deidre was getting Cassandra and her 57 inch belly into the car. It was a good thing that my car had some space, since Samantha’s Del Sol wasn’t enough for 3, Deidre rode a motorcycle, and Cassandra’s jeep wasn’t running well. We thought that Deidre should probably not take the bike with a 51 inch girth.
After a long delivery, I was the proud father of a second daughter.
Later that night as Cassandra and I lay awake in bed, we wondered what her delivery would be like. I caressed her round, firm breasts, massaged her huge belly, and excited her with my fingers. She was loving it. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked at me. I looked at her belly drooping nearly to the mattress as her luscious breasts hung like full water balloons downward. I cupped them in my hands as if to take some of the weight burden away. She crawled on top of me, sitting up so as to make enough room for her belly. Slowly she made love to me. I rubbed her belly with lotion as we made love. Her strokes were slow and deliberate, since it took her a lot of effort to move her heavy belly up and down.
After we were done, she was still on top looking down at me. “Thank you so much for this,” as she stroked her belly. This is what I’ve always wanted. I hope that after this, you’ll stay with us. None of us can imaging not having you with us.”
“I’d love to. I love you all so much, and I love my daughters too.”
“Oooohhh!” She was having a contraction. All she could do was to pant a little. As soon as it was over, she lay down. It was time. After 36 weeks, the twins had decided that they were ready.
By noon on April 12th, I was the proud father of a new little girl and boy.
I stayed with our extended family, and continue to enjoy watching our kids grow up together. I never married though, since that’d be unfair to two other women who I loved dearly. Later that year, we Deidre and Samantha both conceived again, and the year after that, Cassandra conceived once again. We now have 7 kids, which isn’t too tough with four parents!