Chapter 1

My heart was pounding. I was going to be a dad. I pulled my smiling, plush wife Valery into a hug and covered her soft face with kisses.

,,Babe, that is amazing! Also it‘s pretty hot how fertile you obviously are. Didn‘t you stop birth control only one month ago? You really wanted me to get you pregnant, didn‘t you?‘‘

She bit her lip and answered: ,,Yeah I wanted you to put a baby in my belly since i met you. But you kept me waiting.‘‘ She looked up to me lustfully.

,,So are you happy now?‘‘ I ask playfully.

,,Could’t be happier. Let me show you how thankful I am‘‘ she says while getting down to her knees. ,,Let‘s see how you like, being sucked off by your pregnant wife. Your cum in my mouth doesn‘t feel like a waist to me anymore now I’m pregnant.

Next thing i hear is her gagging on my already hard dick.

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Later that night, after more sex and a big meal order Val has fallen asleep on the Couch with her head on my chest. I am way too excited to sleep. I was going to be a father in 9 months and genuinely happy about that, but it wasn‘t the only reason for my excitement.

It was a big turn on for Val and me to dirty talk about me impregnating her. While fucking she’d often beg me to put a baby in her belly. We were doing that long before neither of us was considering having a child. When we decided to start trying for real, it made us horny like teenagers, leading to even more and dirtier sex than we were already having.

I was almost a little disappointed that she got pregnant immediately, but at the same time it turned me on how fertile and ready for a baby her body obviously was. Also something else would soon make up for not being able to fuck with the intention of impregnating her anymore… the changes that would happen to her body. Just thinking about it for the blink of an eye, made me hard.

Over the four years Val and I were dating now, she had been putting on some weight, making her cross the line from curvy to chubby. She’d never tell me how much she weighed but i estimated her about 140-150 lbs on a height of 5’4 ft by the time we started hanging out.

After the first year of dating she slowly started to pack on. Her ass became rounder, the thighs fuller. Her boobs grew and by the end of the year she didn’t really fit into her clothes anymore.

I never let her know that i realized the extra pounds and how tight all her clothes had gotten. Instead i told her how beautiful and sexy I found her all the time. I still do.

But when even her stretchiest pants didn’t button up anymore, it was her to bring it up. I had just come home from work. She was sitting on the bed in panties an a t-shirt. As she sat there the extra pounds were more obvious than ever. Thighs wide, a little roll of belly fat pressing against her tight top. She looked miserable. When i asked what happened she started to cry and told me that she couldn’t fit her biggest pants anymore, apologizing to me for letting herself go so much. It broke my heart to see her like that. I felt bad that i kept, what i was about to confess to myself till now. I could have spared her the stress of worrying about me losing my physical attraction for her and how guilty she felt about it.
I told myself, i didn’t say anything because i didn‘t want to make her self conscious but the truth was, i was afraid she would stop gaining when she‘d realize the extra pounds were showing, or worse, try to lose them. I took her into my arms and held her until she stopped sobbing.
Then i said:

,,Honey, i‘m gonna tell you something now, and i swear to god, i‘m not saying that to make you feel better. I admit that i have noticed, that you‘ve put on a little. And to be honest, i love it. I find you even hotter with a little more to grab. I didn‘t say anything because i was afraid you‘d try to lose weight.‘‘