by Notabot
“And she said no, I take it?” I nodded and Tori sighed, crouching down in front of me, accentuating the size of her pregnant belly. “Damn.”
“M-more than that,” I whispered. “Right now…Natasha is in bed with Lori.”
Tori’s eyes bugged out. “For real? I mean, I knew Lori was sneaking in a girlfriend and had me leave the room when she came over but I didn’t realize it was Natty.” Tori stood back up, curving her body to support her massive pregnant weight. “Wow…”
“S-so you know why I’m so desperate,” I said. “A-and you’re…so big and so sexy…”
“Okay, okay,” Tori said, sticking one hand out while the other rubbed her belly. “I get it.”
I crossed my arms and tightened up my body. “Did you…know how I felt about pregnant women?”
“Didn’t pick up on it,” Tori shrugged, looking down at her own swollen body. “But to be honest, I get it. I’ve never felt more in touch with my femininity and sensuality than now. Every day I get bigger and every day I want to show it off more and more.” She purred cooly and rubbed big, wide circles on the front of her belly. “So does this turn you on?”
I groaned. “Y-yes.”
Tori grinned. “Well this is quite the development. Things at the dinner table will be kind of awkward.”
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, frustrated. “S-so are you saying yes or no?”
She stuck out her lips and continued to stroke her stomach slowly. “I don’t know…being so big has also made me really sensitive…and I haven’t had anyone inside me since I got knocked up.” She looked over at me and smiled, spreading her legs and showing off more of her ass. “Everything is so sore and I need someone to pamper me.”
“Tori, stop messing with me!” I barked. “This is hard enough already.”
“I’ll bet it’s hard,” Tori giggled.
“Tori!”
She let out a groan and moved toward me with slow, lumbering steps, letting her belly swing and her breasts bounce. “I like someone with guts, Alex, and you just haven’t proven that you’ve got that in you.”
I got up from my chair and locked eyes with Tori. “How can I prove it?”
Tori’s smile spread wide. “You know, I’ve been very curious about how my mom and Neera have been getting along. They’re awfully close, don’t you think?” She pressed her belly against me, bending down slightly so it pressed hard enough against the tip of my erection that she had to feel it. “Always touching each other’s stomachs, hanging out together, and I hear interesting things in their bedroom. It’s funny enough that they’re sharing the same bed without anything going on.”
My eyes were wide with confusion as I looked at Tori’s smiling face. “W-what are you asking me to do?”
“Just go do a little investigating,” Tori purred, resting one arm on top of her belly, pushing up her enormous breasts. “Then we can…talk.” She waddled away and sat on my bed, looking up at me as her hands rubbed her middle. “Better hurry too. Being pregnant is exhausting and I might lose interest and fall asleep after a while.”
I thought it over. Spying on Samantha and Neera could have some…very serious repercussions. Getting kicked out of the house and having to live with my dad wherever he is now. Everyone at school finding out and being shunned by all the pregnant women there. Never getting to talk to Natasha again. But the possibility that I could finally have sex with a pregnant woman, and Tori of all people, was too tantalizing. And I wasn’t exactly thinking with my head.
Inspecting the hallways to make sure the coast was clear, I quietly moved to Samantha’s bedroom. It was empty and looked mostly normal. There were some very large pieces of clothing laying around but otherwise it looked about the same as when she and my dad were both here. I stopped by the bed and rested one hand on it. This was where Samantha got pregnant and grew that amazing belly she now carried so well.
But as I touched the bed, I felt something just under the covers. Curious, I lifted the blanket up to see a large, purple dildo with rubbery studs on the end. I blushed and stepped back. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Samantha found a way to take care of herself now that she was single but to have it in the same bed she shared with Neera…did they really have a relationship now? My mind pictured both women, rubbing their titanic bellies together as they kissed every inch of their swollen bodies. Then my mind replaced Samantha and Neera with my memories of Lori and Natasha and my heart sank.
Down the hallway, I could hear heavy footsteps making their way here. It was the unmistakable sound of two women more than seven months pregnant with sextuplets. I panicked, clumsily tucking the sex toy back into the bedsheets and ran for the closet. I crouched down under the clothes, with a crack in the folding doors letting me still see out into the room.
Sure enough, in waddled Samantha and Neera, each huffing and puffing as their colossal bodies swung around. Lori and Tori were already big enough to defy the imagination but these two were even bigger. Samantha’s pregnant stomach was like a separate entity from the rest of my step-mother, pulsing and twisting with its own life as my half-siblings kicking inside her. The same went for Neera, who proudly displayed her bare belly once she entered the bedroom, dressing down to her bra and underwear. Her breasts were barely supported in her bra, with most of her inviting cleavage hanging out, showing off every delicious curve.
“Are you ready?” Neera asked in her sexy British accent.
“This always feels so strange,” Samantha chirped, one hand cautiously stroking one portion of her belly. “I didn’t do…things like this when I was carrying Lori and Tori.”
“But I’m sure you wanted to,” Neera laughed, getting her laptop from a far table and propping it up on the edge of their bed.
Samantha blushed and bit her bottom lip. “It’s like I’m a hormonal college student again, ready to make mistakes…like the ones that put twins inside me.”
“A mistake? You all turned out well,” Neera laughed again, placing one hand on Samantha’s belly. Her dress was only covering about half of her belly but she still looked shy compared to the half-naked Neera.
As Neera opened her laptop, it started with a news site. Political parties organized by and for pregnant women had won no-confidence votes in Canada, the UK, Japan, India, and Italy with more votes coming soon across the world. A middle-aged pregnant woman in a blazer about to burst open with her gigantic belly stood in the presidential hall in Pretoria, just being sworn in as President of South Africa. Pregnant women were taking control of the world and shaping its direction.
“Now come on,” Neera said, moving from the starting news site to a video playing app. “I have a good one this time.”
Samantha nodded and stood up. Unknowingly, she faced me and lifted her top off. I groaned when I saw her reveal her entire enormous pregnant belly, and as her dress went over her head, her full breasts flopped down, each nearly the size of volleyball. I could see her erect nipples pushing out her bra’s fabric.
“Did you hear something?” Samantha asked Neera.
“No, just loading up the computer,” Neera replied with a shrug.
Samantha nodded and turned to drop her skirt. Once again, she took the perfect position for me and displayed her pillowy ass as she stripped down. It was so smooth and firm and round, I would bet she couldn’t even feel a spank for a few seconds.
I stirred in my spot as Samantha waddled over to pull the dildo from its hiding spot. “Did you try and take my toy?” Samantha asked Neera.
“No, mine is right here,” Neera said, lifting another dildo up.
“Hmm. Mine was in a different spot,” Samantha shrugged, moving around Neera’s belly to sit on the bed with her.
“You’re paranoid,” Neera chuckled, stroking Samantha’s belly. “Come on, just relax and unwind.”
Neera tapped through a few menus on her laptop and a video playing app started up. Instantly, as their video started, I could tell it was porn. The production quality
is easily recognizable. But as it started, a pregnant woman with a huge belly and long, silky black hair walked into frame, stroking her middle and whining.
“Aah, look at me,” the woman moaned. “I’m just so bi~ig.”
“Acting is better in this one,” Samantha grunted as she slid in her dildo and gasped. “She’s got a nice voice.”
“I knew you’d like it,” Neera moaned, already pumping away with her own sex toy.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not only was my pregnant step-mother masturbating next to the woman who helped her husband have an affair but…I knew what porn they were watching. Debbie Lee was the name of the star in the video and I had lots of her videos saved on my computer. She was one of many porn stars who continued to work once they got pregnant. But like many others, she took creative control and made the videos she wanted to make. It was an honest-to-goodness revolution in the pornography world.
“O-oh god,” I muttered out loud, unable to suppress myself. Samantha and Neera both perked up and hit pause on the video.
“I definitely heard that,” Neera said to Samantha.
“Good, so did I,” Samantha said, turning to face the closet door. “…Alex? Is that you?”
There was no point hiding and waiting. Gradually, I pushed the closet door open and poked my head out. “H-hi.”
To my surprise, neither woman gasped. “What are you doing in there, Alex?”
I got out and stood tall, my whole body shaking. “T-Tori said she might have sex with me if I find out what you two have been doing together all this time.”
Samantha blinked a few times. “You two have been-”
“No, no,” I said. “I’m a…virgin.”
Now Neera was standing up, watching me as Samantha crossed her arms. “Maybe you should take this from the top, dear,” Neera said.
I took in a big breath. “I-I’ve always had a big fetish for pregnant women a-and to be honest I always thought you and Lori and Tori were hot…a-and you two, Neera. And when you and every other woman in the world practically became pregnant I just knew I had to have sex with one of them. But everyone’s turned me down and I found out Natasha is dating Lori and I just…” I hung my head. “I’m sorry.”
Samantha sighed and touched one hand to her belly. “I was worried Natasha and Lori might break your heart.”
“You knew they were dating?” I said, bringing my head up.
Samantha smiled weakly. “I’m their mother. I know everything…and speaking of everything…well…”
“Well…what?” I said.
“We know how you feel about…pregnant women,” Neera said with a light chuckle.
I was already embarrassed but now I was dizzy with confusion. “W-what?”
“I’m an internet specialist and your step-mother had me make sure all the computers in the house were secure in case your father tried any kind of retribution,” Neera said. “And I came across some of the videos you…downloaded.” She turned to her laptop, which still had Debbie Lee paused on the front, stroking her belly and in mid-moan.
“I was a little surprised at first,” Samantha said. “I think the pregnant form is very beautiful but I didn’t think any…men would feel the same way.”
“And porn has helped us unwind at the end of the day,” Neera said, chuckling. “You have good taste.”
I groaned and turned away. “I feel so…gross. Like…”
“Like someone watched you masturbate from the closet?” Samantha said with a laugh.
“Y-yeah,” I said. “I’m so sorry. These past months have just been…”
Neera purred and put both hands on her belly. “I’m sorry, when we found out, we should have stepped in,” Neera said. I looked back at her, as she wiggled her hips and belly. “Come on. Let me-”
Samantha held out one arm in front of Neera. “No,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. “It should be me.”
With a fluid grace, Samantha moved toward me, pressing her entire massive belly against me. With minimal force, she pushed me onto her bed, filling my lap with her swollen stomach. Keeping her eyes on me, Samantha took my wrists and guided my hands around her back to the straps of her bra. As she pulled me forward, my erection pushed hard against her firm belly and my face was close to the vast canyon of her cleavage.
I undid the velcro and gently pulled off her support, letting her chest hang down naked and unencumbered. Her beautiful breasts had a rosy glow as they rested on top of her even larger belly, her dark nipples pointed right at me. She let out a low breath as she bent back, enjoying the freedom of feeling her bosom out free.
I didn’t want to blink as I stared at her naked chest; I didn’t want to miss a millisecond of it. My hands hovered over her and I could smell the warmth of her skin. “C-can I…”
“I’m all yours,” Samantha cooed, her voice up a few octaves. I sank my face into her cleavage and let my hands squeeze her breasts, her nipples filling up my palms. Samantha gasped out loud as I nuzzled against her, savoring the feeling of her soft body. I kissed between her heavy breasts, moving down to her belly as I felt them rest on top of my head.
It was like Samantha could read my mind. She moved so we could change positions: her sitting on the bed and me standing. Quickly, I knelt so I could better worship her belly, kissing her belly button and rubbing as much of her stomach as I could. With each lap of my tongue against her rubbery inverted navel, she moaned and her thighs spread a little bit wider.
Samantha leaned back farther and farther, showing me more of her underbelly and her wet lap. I reached around her fat ass to the straps of her underwear and slid them down her legs. I could see her dark red pubic hair curling around her puckering labia, seemingly inviting me inside.
I gripped Samantha’s butt and dove in, sticking my nose and tongue inside Samantha’s opening. After the first lick, Samantha shrieked with bliss and moved her legs to push me away, her whole body writhing.
“N-not yet,” Samantha panted. I moved to see her face, blushing and trembling as she laid on the bed. “W-we’ll get to do this a lot more. I can teach you how to eat a woman out later.”
“Okay,” I nodded, entirely in her experienced hands. She reached one arm out to me and I helped her sit up. Once up, she pressed my face against her belly and giggled. “For now, I just need to feel a real cock.”
Instantly, I stripped down and hopped onto the bed with Samantha, both of us moving on all-fours as we inspected the other. Gradually, we embraced, kissing each other’s bare skin. She focused on my arms and upper chest while I focused on her back and, of course, her wonderful belly. While Samantha was gorgeous, I couldn’t help but catch sight of Neera, watching with a big smile as she traced her vaginal lips with her sex toy, waiting for the right time to sink it in.
A grunt from Samantha signaled that she was ready and she arched her back, staying on her hands and knees. “C-come on,” Samantha said, presenting her sex to me.
I trembled, getting behind my pregnant step-mother and gripping her ass. But instead of penetrating her, I leaned down, rubbing her belly as I whispered in her ear. “N-not like this,” I said. With a little bit of pull, I guided Samantha so she was crouching on top of me while I laid on my back. My entire vision was filled with just her belly.
“I should have guessed,” Samantha giggled as I could see her hands stoke the sides of her pregnant curve. “Do it, Alex.”
For years, I had wondered about what sex with a pregnant woman would be like. I fantasized, I watched pregnant porn, I read pregnant erotica and even real-life stories. But to paraphrase Busho, if you want to know the belly, go to the belly.