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lowandheavy · 11 days ago

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I’m doing the dishes lost in my thoughts, when suddenly I feel you place your hands on me between my waist and my hips and they slide down in a V shape down towards my belly button and then you pull me in. I can’t help but blush and smirk.

“Yes….? You know you won’t be able to feel anything for a while right?”

You rest your chin on my shoulder and tell me in my ear “yeah but I know my baby is inside you now. This is already mine even if nobody else knows it yet”

As you say it, you fixate on the area around my belly button. Alternating between gently grabbing my lower belly and rubbing in circles. “This is where it seems you’ll pop first. All the videos and pictures of early pregnancy always show the bottom of the belly is the first thing to pop out and show. I want to make sure I know what your body feels like now so I can catch even the tiniest change”

“I don’t know whose more excited for this- your or me?”

“Isn’t that how it should be?”

Three months

We are sitting on the couch together. I have my legs up and a small pudge has emerged. You’re obsessed and keep your hands on me as often as you can.

“I’m going to be obsessed with you the bigger you get.” Whenever we are sitting or laying down together you try to have a hand on me. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it at first, but I kinda fucking love it now.

“Oh yeah?”

“I already am….”

You get up and kneel on the floor in front of me while facing me and push my legs open so you can fit between my legs as you lift my shirt and start kissing my stomach. Your kisses trail down and your hands start pulling at the leggings I’m wearing. And you go down on me. I get wet easier and I’m starting to be móre sensitive down there so I start gasping and squirming immediately in pleasure. You make it your job to keep looking up every once in a while. I can tell you love seeing the bump from down there and you eat me out like someone who’s been fasting for days.

Four months

I’m looking at myself in the mirror and you walk into the room, see what I’m doing and lean against the doorway.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that every day since I’ve outgrown the ability to button my pants, that’s another day closer to not being able to button my button extenders.”

“Good”

You walk over to me and kneel down. You’re face to face with my belly button. You kiss my belly three times and then stand up, walk behind me wrapping your hands around my belly as we look at ourselves in the mirror. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me right now. It’s not going to be long before we won’t be able to hide this much longer with oversized shirts.”

“I know… what will the townsfolk say? Scandal!” I say jokingly.

You roll your eyes and I feel your hands move to the bottom of my growing bump and slide up and over the mound before sliding up to my chest and getting handfuls of my growing breasts. “Soon I won’t be able to just slide over this. I’ll be able to actually lift it. But I love feeling how much more you protrude each day. I can’t wait until your button extenders don’t work anymore.”

My breasts are spilling out of my bra. We haven’t gone shopping yet and I like seeing how growing a couple cup sizes and literally squeezing out of my bras drives you wild. I can feel your desire when you massage them and linger a little longer on where my bra is clearly tight and digging into me.

Five Months

I’m laying in bed, groggy, just starting to wake up and you pull me in closer to you. We’re spooning and while you prioritize me sleeping in whatever position keeps me the most comfortable, you NEVER miss an opportunity to sleep while caressing my clearly pregnant belly. I almost feel like I’ve become a security blanket or stuffed animal of sorts.

Now that I’m really showing and popping and it’s undeniable your favorite place for your hands to hang are right where my hip bones are because my hips are clearly carrying your baby. My hips look “normal” and my belly just shoots out. You love hanging out in that little indent. And just caressing your hand back and forth in that spot. When we are home I love wearing tank tops and shirts that ride up just enough that the bottom of my shirt hangs around my belly button so that spot is always exposed.

I’ve transitioned to leggings and stretchy bottoms only. And you love feeling the bump through the fabric or sticking your hand inside and touching me directly. It’s so intimate.

When we make love I sit on top of you and you make it your personal mission to worship my body. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m pregnant and more as sensitive or if you’re really trying, but I swear you fuck me more deeply now.

Six months

I’m starting to get inconveniences by this baby you put inside me. Really starting to feel the struggle of bending over and bumping into things. I feel an awkward distance from the counter. Any time you see me facing away from you you always come up behind me and hug me. The further along I get the more intimate we become. Not just sex, but overall physical closeness. You want to be near me and literally hands on, and I can’t get enough of it.

You’re finally able to lift my belly a little bit. But not completely. It just sort of shifts the weight up a bit. When my shirt has ridden up you always keep your hands on my bare belly and don’t pull my shirt down until you’ve gotta walk away.

Our bump is starting to making hugs a bit harder but you like pulling me into your body as much as you can and feeling my belly press against yours. When you’re lucky, you even feel a kick. The first time it happened we both lit up with excitement and you immediately got on your knees and kissed my belly in the spot where the kick came from.

Seven months

Now I’m starting to really struggle. I’m beyond bump and am officially rounding out. I’m not quite beach ball but I’m absolutely on my way. I still have more to grow. I’m the shape people think of when they think pregnant woman. My hands rest on the top of my stomach like this belly is my own personal desk.

Your favorite pastime is coming up behind me unannounced and lifting my belly until you hear me sigh in relief. Now I’m big enough that you actually can lift up instead of just pull up a bit. The bottom of my stomach is rounded out. And we both love feeling this new shape. I’ve never looked like this before but we know that my body will absolutely look like this again.

One day we are sitting in bed watching TV. You’re leaning against the headboard, and Im seated been your spread open legs. It feels like a dream. You holding me, me snuggled up against you, both of our hands mindlessly wandering my pregnant body. I’m starting to lean back when I sit because your baby inside me is demanding more room.

My breathing is heavy all the time now. I feel like I’m constantly gasping for air especially when I feel an unexpected strong kick from the inside.

I can’t see the bottom half of my body when I look down. And you love to eat me out while this bump acts as a barrier from us being able to see each other. Not being able to see each other? It feels like there’s an element of surprise. Sex is harder but feels amazing. Whenever I feel self conscious or awkward you just start worshiping my body. Kissing me from my thighs, up, down and around my heavy stomach, and of course suck on my tits often. They’re huge now. “Damn babe, there spilling out of my hands now. I did that! To you! Fuck!”

Eight months

Every day you’re lifting my belly at least a few times. “I swear I can feel you getting heavier every day. You two are both getting so big so fast these days” One day you tell me that this is what you’ve been looking forward to the most. Seeing me huge, but with more time to go.

Our sex life has never been better. We fuck every chance we get. Definitely a lot of leaning over the edge bed with pillow to support. When I’m standing bent over you love to fuck new a few different ways.

You fuck me fast and primal. You’re bent over me and we’re both caught up in the moment. My sex drive has gone through the roof and so has yours. You get handfuls of the softest parts of my body often grabbing either my tits or my widened soften hips.

Other times we’re laying down sideways, spooning. I can hear your breathing in my ear, and I can fell you stroking deeply and with a steady rhythm. I can feel how deep your desire runs for me. Your hand resting along the side of my belly pulling me in closer so you can get as deep as you can.

And yet other times I’m just laying on my back, with pillows for supper at the edge of our bed, legs open, belly in full view, pussy warm and welcoming. This is somewhere between fat and primal Ava deep and loving. I can’t stay like this as long so it’s typically fast. But you love grabbing the belly you gave me s as you pump into me more deeply.

Nine months

If you’re in proximity to me you’re touching me. I’m big enough now that we can’t even kiss because this is too big and pushes us away.

You love every side of my belly. The top and how we can put snacks on there. The sides and how forward they come out. And the bottom and the fact I have such a low hanging under belly. You’re always kissing it, or touching it, or looking at it.

“I can’t wait to do this again”

“Me either”

“Do you want me to put another one in you soon”

“Let’s get this one out first, but I don’t want to wait a super long time”

“Deal”

You love just looking at me while I sit, legs spread, belly hanging downward aggressively. Back arched, hands supporting my lower back. My hips have widened and I haven’t properly walked in weeks. Im waddling, shifting my weight side to side to get anywhere im going. My hands are often on my belly. Resting on the top, carrying it from the bottom, caressing it on either side when I feel a sudden kick. It’s become increasingly common for me to suddenly make a face and gasp or wince mid conversation. Your baby is big. Over ten lbs.

Looking at my body- it’s believable. I can’t fit into any clothes properly, and whenever we are home I let this sloppy huge belly just hang out of me. Sloppily pregnant. I like that description. It feels accurate. I feel big and awkward. My breasts are huge and spilling out of all my bras. When they aren’t in bras they just hang on either side of my bump, I’ve gone up 4 whole cup sizes.

My body really no longer feels like mine yet the way you worship me, it takes the edge off the anxiety and self consciousness. You don’t just kiss my belly, you cover it in kisses and tell me how beautiful I am.

You help me up, you help me roll over, you do every thing for me and playful call me your pregnant princess. As i get closer to 40 weeks my belly just falls lower and lower. Now you and I both swear we can feel the differences in how much heavier I get from day to day.

At the end of 39 weeks you whisper in my ear “I promise I’ll worship you this much each time I get you pregnant”

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