by Notabot
Fara could see him getting aroused and cooed, pressing her stomach against his face. “You got yourself a super-preggo, Greg. I think we’ll have to go online to find anything that’ll fit me.” She sighed and ran one hand down her side. “Why wouldn’t we go to the mall, anyway? What’s going to take you an hour to do on a Saturday?”
Greg gulped. “I was going to find my Winter clothes but now…I have a better idea.” He stood up and pulled Fara into the bed, making her squeal and laugh as he got to work removing the ill-fitting clothing.
Fara was big at four months, but at five months along, Fara looked like no pregnant woman before her. She was colossal, with a belly that stuck out so far, Greg couldn’t wrap his arms around it, even if he stood behind Fara and pressed against her back (which he quickly discovered he loved to do). Fara was more belly than woman at this point and she was still only halfway through her pregnancy. If she looked down, Fara couldn’t see her knees, her legs, her feet, and most of the floor. If she laid on her back, her stomach would jut up several feet above her, towering like an enormous sand dune and knocking the wind out of her.
With so much surface area, Fara needed Greg’s help rubbing her belly to soothe her and apply skin cream, which Greg was all too happy to do. His hands would explore every centimeter of her pregnant belly, making it glow and shine, and then his hands would go off to inspect other parts of her body. Thankfully, even as her womb expanded and she got slower and sorer, Fara’s libido was not stunted at all. Every day was bookended with sex, and if it was the weekend or Greg was in the house for whatever reason, they would sneak a few passionate moments into their schedule.
Greg had concerns in the back of his mind for years that sex with a pregnant would wouldn’t live up to his fantasies and expectations. How could it? But getting into bed with Fara was magical each time; she was more sensitive to his touch, she was softer on the inside, and he loved to touch and stroke her round firm belly as they fucked. And it only got better as she got bigger.
By the fifth month, Fara’s belly covered Greg’s entire chest when she rode him on top; just close enough for him to wrap his arms around her prominent baby bump and pepper it with kisses. He dreamed of the day when she got so big, her enormous pregnant belly would totally eclipse his field of vision as they had sex. Her size also forced them to be creative with positions: laying Fara on her side, arching her hips and burying her face in the mattress, bending her knees far past her belly as she laid on her back. And Fara also found herself holding onto the edge of beds, tables, and the wall to brace herself as Greg took her from behind.
Each time they got together, it felt new and exciting, and Fara was always bringing something different to the table. She caressed Greg in different parts of his body, she asked him to fixate on different parts of hers, and she was always willing to expand the definition of “sex” outside of penis-in-vagina.
And afterwards, Greg and Fara would lie down in each other’s arms, stroking her belly and thinking about the future children she was carrying in there. “Halfway there,” Fara murmured, running one hand slowly down her slope as far as she could reach.
“Halfway there,” Greg agreed, cupping the bottom of her belly. “No kicks yet?”
“Not yet but I can feel hiccups every now and then,” Fara nodded, inviting herself to rest in the nape of Greg’s neck. “But when that starts up in a few weeks, I won’t be getting any sleep.”
“When we’re together, you already don’t get any sleep,” Greg chuckled, barring his teeth and kissing her on the earlobe. Fara squealed and giggled as Greg began to nuzzle and nibble on the side of her face. “You don’t want to feel the babies kicking?”
“No, I do,” Fara said, her voice now high-pitched. “But with six of them, I’m going to be shaking and bobbing all over the place. Imagine 12 pairs of tiny feet hitting you in the bladder all day long.”
“Hmm, I can’t,” Greg said, shaking his head. “You’ll just have to describe it to me when it happens.” He planted one more wet smooch on the top of her head. “Paint me a vivid picture with your words.”
“I can think of a few choice words right now,” Fara chuckled, grabbing the bed’s thick blanket and pulling it close to herself.
“You don’t want to go another round?” Greg said, teasing a lock of hair from around her ear.
“With that last quip? I think the babies and I are going to get some sleep,” Fara said, turning to flash him a grin. She tucked her head against the pillow and Greg sighed, rolling over in bed. After a few moments, he felt tiny fingers tugging on his forearm. “T-that doesn’t mean you can’t cuddle with me, dummy!” Greg laughed and rolled back over, holding Fara tightly and closing his eyes, falling asleep as he listened to her breathing.
The next day was a Saturday but Fara was up and active, straining to fit herself into a lavender maternity dress. They didn’t make much for a woman her size. Greg, still in his boxers, watched her closely as Fara grunted and fought with the clothes. Her hips wiggled, her breasts bounced, and her belly pressed against the tight fabric, showing off its size and the imprint of her dimpled belly button.
“Need a hand?” Greg asked with a smile.
“Hmph,” Fara groaned as she felt the dress constricting her growing chest. “You made me like this so you might as well help.” The married couple smirked at each other as Greg hopped up and over, looking at Fara’s naked tanned back as he zipped her into it. “Look at you. Sexy, corporate cougar.”
“Not old enough to be a cougar and I’m a librarian, not a corporate sledgehammer,” Fara said, turning to the mirror. “But I am sexy.”
“One out of three. If this were baseball, you’d be a leading hitter,” Greg said, kissing her on the back of the neck. “Do you really have to go? When you can barely fit into your clothes, that’s time to take the maternity leave.”
“I start next week. They can make some adjustments since I hit the baby lottery but this is still our big yearly conference and I’m their peer-to-peer expert,” Fara shrugged, turning around and putting one hand on her popped hip. “How do I look?”
Greg stepped closer, his erection rubbing against her large belly. “Does that answer your question?”
Fara snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too eager or you’ll be doing the dry cleaning on this dress,” Fara said, blowing Greg a kiss and slowly waddling away. “Try to have fun without me. Hey, see if my sisters want to do anything.”
Greg froze, feeling the blood vessels in his face contract. “W-why?”
“Why? I dunno, we usually hang out on the weekend but I won’t have time with the convention,” Fara said with a shrug. “Besides, I’d like you to be friendly with them. My sisters are important to me.”
“We’re already friendly,” Greg said, trying not to scoff out loud.
“I know,” Fara chirped, turning around and smiling back at her husband. “So it’ll be fun.” Greg continued to clench his jaw so Fara grew her smile. “Please? You’ll be my representative in the weekly Triplets Summit. It’s a rare honor.”
Greg could see how much Fara wanted this so he relented, nodding at her. “Okay, okay. Sure thing.”
“I don’t know why I had to wrestle that out of you,” Fara chuckled, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you were going to do anything fun while I was gone.”
As Fara headed out the door, Greg went through his own morning routines before texting Maxine and Lisa.
Lisa sent a winking emoji in response while Maxine typed something out.
He arrived at the agreed upon time, seeing the two of them sitting on a bench, facing a playground crawling with little kids. While Greg had never seen a pregnant woman as big as Fara, he definitely saw two others who were
equally big. Maxine and Lisa were both rubbing their huge bellies on the bench as they watched the children playing.
As Greg walked up to them, one of the two identical women smiled at him as an older woman strolled past them, gasping. “Oh wow, look at the two of you! Are you twins?”
Maxine and Lisa both chuckled. “Yep!” the triplets said in unison.
“And you’re pregnant at the same time. That is so sweet,” the woman sighed.
One of the two women grabbed Greg’s wrist and placed it on her round stomach. “And here’s the daddy.”
As Greg turned pale, the older woman grinned at him. “It must be funny having your wife’s identical twin be pregnant at the same time.”
He gulped. “It’s a little strange.” The older woman laughed and walked away, freeing Greg to move and face the two of them. Lisa didn’t have her hair up in a ponytail so he couldn’t tell who was who.
Sensing his confusion, the woman who grabbed his wrist sighed. “I’m Maxine, this is Lisa,” she said.
“Okay, thank you,” Greg said, nodding. “Can we just be…friendly? Not make this any harder than it has to be?”
“It’s not hard for us,” Lisa said with a wry smile. “We’re very happy with how things turned out. Fara is a lucky girl.”
“And think about it: you could just have easily fallen for one of us instead of her,” Maxine said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Well, maybe not Lisa. She plays it close to her chest with men.”
“They’re fine in the sack but I’d rather live with Katie,” Lisa said. “Though you might still fall for me. I don’t have control over that.”
“How can you joke about this?” Greg hissed. “Fara is your fuc-” He turned to look at all the kids behind him. “Fara is your freaking sister and you snuck behind her back to sleep with me. That is so fu…messed up.”
“You didn’t think it was messed up,” Maxine said, licking her lips. “You seemed very into it. What do you remember, Lisa?”
“Very eager,” Lisa purred. “And very tender and passionate too.”
Greg was stirring in place, crossing his arms out of frustration. He watched these two women, identical in every way to his wife, right down to the genetic make-up of their embryos. They stroked their round bellies in perfect synch, drawing Greg in and making him forget his frustrations for a moment. When he felt his erection begin to poke against his pants, he snapped back, getting more flustered.
“Look, this is all a disaster and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be talking to either of you,” Greg snapped, trying to keep his voice down.
“Don’t get all high-and-mighty with us,” Lisa snapped right back. “You’re still keeping this a secret from Fara.”
“Yeah, because it would devastate her,” Greg said. “And it’s not like I’ve slept with each of you since you tricked me.”
“How do you know?” Maxine said, twirling a strand of hair in her fingers. “We could just have easily gotten back into your life.”
Greg was fuming by this point. “Now that I know to look out for you two, I think I would have noticed by now if I was with my wife or not.”
“Would you?” The woman on the left slowly stood up, pressing her firm belly against Greg as she whispered in his ear. “You didn’t even notice that I’m Lisa and she’s Maxine. How observant are you, really? Or maybe you feel good and strong, knocking up three beautiful women at once, and you don’t want to be observant?”
Greg’s eyes got wide and he felt his limbs getting numb, all the way down to his fingertips. He couldn’t tell. Lisa was absolutely right. He was trapped.
Maxine – the real Maxine – got up next and snickered. “Maybe we should take the rest of this conversation somewhere more private.”
The two pregnant sisters waddled their way to a spot shaded by a tall tree in the park. Greg followed behind, chewing on the inside of his lip as he watched their hips and wide rears sway and bounce from their pregnant gait. He told himself it was okay to find it hot since it was identical to his wife’s but that didn’t make him feel less guilty. And the guilt didn’t make him feel less horny.
They braced themselves against the tree, stroking their bellies and breathing loud and steady. “Do you both want to tell me what your end game is with all this?” Greg said, almost shouting.
“Greg, wait up. Being pregnant isn’t all glitz and glamour. Gotta catch our breath,” Lisa said, pressing her hand into her firm stomach.
“Yeah, it’s your babies compressing our diaphragm after all. Have a heart,” Maxine snickered as she slowly stood upright.
“This isn’t funny to me,” Greg snapped. “I’m going to have 12 children with you and I can’t be in their lives. Is this all a game to you?”
“It’s not a game, but it can be fun,” Maxine purred, stepping to Greg and pressing her belly against him. “Why do you have to be so coy? You know we like you.”
“Carrying the same man’s babies inside us? It’s great sister bonding time,” Lisa said, joining her triplet to rub her pregnant stomach against Greg’s hips, feeling his budding erection poke and prod her. “We just want to share our sister’s man between us. Maxine has slept with Katie dozens of time.”
“We’re identical triplets,” Maxine breathed. “We do everything together.”
“E-everything?” Greg repeated, looking between them. “You mean, you two have…with each other?”
They rolled their eyes in perfect unison. “No, we’re not depraved, holy shit,” Lisa said. “This is why I can’t live with men. You’re all too gross.”
“But they’re good for lots of other things,” Maxine purred, leaning in to Greg and puckering out her lips. “And you have to admit that Greg is one of the better ones.”
“Oh, for sure. I like you way more than any of Fara’s exes,” Lisa said. “There were some I didn’t even bother to sleep with.”
“Not me,” Maxine said. “Had to make sure Fara was being treated well.”
“Since when do you need an excuse to sleep with someone?” Lisa laughed. “You had the whole basketball team inside of you before me and Fara even knew how to use a dildo.”
Maxine chuckled and shrugged. “Still, we do have to look out for Fara. She’s a much more fragile girl than us, after all.”
“She came out a whole hour behind us,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “Still love her, though.”
“Stop, stop, stop,” Greg said, putting his hands over his eyes. “This is too much. I can’t…all three of you…the lying…the deceit…my children.”
“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Lisa said, petting Greg’s arm. He lowered his hands to look at them. “You need to relax. I’d think you would kill for this position. You get to have sex with your pregnant wife three times as much.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. Fucking us isn’t really cheating, plus your babies need to feel their mommy and daddy making love,” Maxine purred, stroking the top of her firm, round stomach. “Soon, they will start moving. You really want me having sex with other men, feeling their hands across my belly as your children kick inside me?”
“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Greg groaned, the tip of his erection getting wet from precum. “I love Fara.”
“We all love her,” Lisa giggled.
“As we get bigger, you’ll be seeing more of us,” Maxine said, stroking the side of her belly. “We all live nearby. Your babies will be close…never worry about that.”
Lisa pulled her phone out and checked the time. “We’ve teased you enough today. Unless you want to roll around with us, we’d better let you clear your head until you explode.”
“We’ll tell Fara we had a nice, fun chat,” Maxine snickered. “That wouldn’t be a lie.”
They stepped back, removing the enclosure they made with their bellies. Seeing his opportunity, Greg ran away, moving as quickly as he could with his erection, back to his car. He spent the rest of the day, frantically taking care of errands and cleaning the house. In spite of this,
he was just a shaking mess, trembling and vibrating down the aisles and across the kitchen floor.
Greg took a quick trip to the gym to try and burn up this energy and confusion but it had the opposite effect. As he lifted weights and ran on the treadmill, Greg only felt more virile and powerful. He had gotten three beautiful women pregnant with enormous broods. He had fathered 18 children in less than a day. And all three of them wanted him, even as their bellies grew round and firm. Between the racing of his heart, the pumping of testosterone, and the ripe stench of sweat in the air, it only focused Greg’s mind on the problem at hand.
When he got back home, Fara had returned, putting her purse away on the kitchen counter. Greg crept up behind her, holding her belly. “Hi there,” he grunted.
“Hi,” Fara chirped, smiling at his touch and voice.