Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. I was alone in the bed and something was wrong. No. Something was weird. No. Something was right. I could feel the softness of the bed, the freshness of the sheets. I couldn’t feel the stiffness of my back, that pang in my shoulder, the weird feeling of acid reflux. Nothing.

I also felt hungry. I generally never felt hungry. I liked to eat, a lot, so I generally never had the chance to feel honest-to-deity-of-you–choice hunger. It was good. I rubbed my stomach. Definitely bigger. I was kinda hoping it would have magically shrunk back down after last night but apparently it was here to stay. I sat up. Easily, no cracks not pops and despite the extra pounds I felt, well, just more mobile, lithe except that implies lightness. Agile? Anyway, doesn’t matter. What mattered was the smell of bacon that had just hit me.

I grabbed an old t-shirt and a fresh pair of jocks, both a little tighter, and wandered out into the kitchen. It was a sight to make a grown man weep with joy. My girlfriend, I guess now wife, was standing, wearing a strappy satin nightie and holding the biggest stack of pancakes I had ever seen. She placed it on the table amongst plates of all the greatest breakfast foods imaginable then held out her hands to me. In the morning light her transformation was even more striking. She was always beautiful, now it was just…more. As I crossed the room I noticed that, though always a touch taller than me, she seemed a touch more than that. Maybe an inch or two, still not supermodel height, but striking nonetheless.

As I got within striking distance she grabbed my hips and kissed me deeply. A tent appeared in my pants immediately and at the same time my stomach gave an all mighty gurgle. She leaned back and smiled at me as if I’d said something amazingly sweet, then slid her hand onto my belly and said. “First we’ll deal with this” she slid her hand down “then we’ll deal with this”. The gentle squeeze she gave sent me momentarily cross-eyed.

She sat down and gestured for me to do the same. She looked around the table. “What should I start with? It's all new to me”.

I thought a moment then said. “ Go with your heart, but for me, waffles, bacon and eggs, hashbrowns all smothered in maple syrup. Amazing. Shame there’s no fried chicken. Add that to the combo and you’ve hit perfection”. She slid the pancakes over and a quart of buttermilk to reveal a pile of golden brown fried chicken. All I could do was smile and say “Well alright”.

I kept up for a round of waffles, fried chicken etc. and then a round of pancakes, fruit and ice cream. I felt completely stuffed but very content. After that, all I could do was sit back and watch. She just went slow and steady, plate after plate. She would try different combinations, curate her plate beautifully then eat it as if it was the first. Delighting in everything.

I watched as her belly slowly filled, then began to stretch the satin. I was mesmerized. And, all cards on the table, super turned on. I was like a sixteen year old. I thought my erection was going to lift me off my seat.

Finally, after chasing the last few blueberries around her with her spoon, catching them and delicately scooping them to her mouth, she stood up and announced, “I think I’m done.” And she was. There was nothing left. Not a scap. Just empty bowls and plates.
I’m no obstetrician, but to me she looked about six months into a pregnancy. She rubbed her belly gently through the satin. I slid to my knees in front of her and looked up at her. Kissing her thigh, I said, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

She looked down at me with a gentle smile and took my hand. “Not yet sweetheart, c’mon.” I stood and she led me to the big soft sofa, pushing me down onto it. She whipped off her nightie in one fluid motion and leant forward, our bellies pressed together as she kissed me deeply, her hands running through my hair, her body rhythmically moving with desire. After some time she broke the kiss with a smile, winked at me and slid down onto her knees in front of me.

It was unbelievable. She slid down my tenting underpants and set to work. Slowly and methodologically. She alternated between light play with her tongue and lips to a deep, slow sucking. Gently caressing sensitive areas then diving deeper and deeper into her throat. She seemed to have the breath control of an olympic diver. She would get me to an agonizing point of closeness and then just keep me there. I began to pant with pleasure, paralyzed, total loss of control. She began to breathe with pleasure too. Our bond was incredible. She could sense or even feel exactly where I was and she was using it. It went on until I was one big super sensitive nerve. A breeze would have set me off and she was much better than that. Tongue, lips and through working together I exploded. For a minute I thought I was returning what she gave me last night, but no, it was just me. The biggest load of me I have ever, well, shot, but not magical or alien, just plain old amazing.

She flung herself on to the couch next to me as I recovered. Her smile was so huge you’d have thought I had just gone down on her. She patted me on the belly and said, “Quick nap then head out for lunch?” All I could do was nod feebly.

To Be Continued

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