by Notabot
Fara giggled a little and sighed, patting her large, firm belly. “I’d have to shower and get dressed and do my hair and make-up. That’s a lot of work.” She glanced up and him and pursed her lips. “Want to make it worth my while?”
Greg got close to her, letting his fingers mesh with hers on her round stomach. “Anything.”
She leaned in to his ear, and in a deep, breathy voice, said, “Popsicles.”
“Popsicles,” Greg chuckled and nodded. “Any particular kind.”
“Whatever looks sour,” she said, giggling again. “I promise I’ll be, like, halfway close to being ready by the time you get back.”
“Hey, if you’re still in the shower when I get back, no complaints from me,” Greg said, giving his wife a quick kiss before heading out and walking down the street to the local grocery store.
Fara wasn’t in the shower when he got back but Greg was still greeted with a big bellied beauty, showing him her bare back and biting her bottom lip. “Need help with the zip.”
She fit herself into a large blue dress they’d picked out early in her pregnancy. It wasn’t strictly a maternity dress – it looked way too good for that – but it was meant to be a flowing evening gown. However, with a woman eight months pregnant with six babies, it clung much closer to her body, but with enough give around her joints to make her mobile.
“No bra?” Greg said, letting his fingers linger on her upper back before he zipped her into the dress.
“I though the dress would look nicer without it and it can hold these girls in well enough. But I put some pasties over my nipples just in case,” Fara said, turning and smirking at him. “Why, worried my titties’ll pop out at your party and I flash your coworkers?”
“Maybe a little,” Greg smiled. “I thought zipping you all the way up might make the dress rip.”
“It’s okay. I’m pregnant. We’re supposed to be sloppy, hormonal, fertile. In the old days, it was probably normal for a pregnant woman to let her body hang out naked as it grew,” Fara said turning and nuzzling against Greg, letting her voice get breathy. “Is that how you want me? Pregnant and barefoot, nipples leaking as I waddle around, waiting for my husband to come back and fuck some more babies into me?”
“Part of that sounds okay,” Greg chuckled, kissing her on the forehead. As he turned toward the closet, she tugged on his hips to bring him back. “What…now?”
“The way you zip a zipper is very sexy,” Fara purred, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Listen, I’d love to, you know that, but the time it would take to undress you, do what we do, and put the dress back on would make us late,” Greg said. Fara pouted, not liking his joke. “How about a little…oral?”
“Sounds good to me,” Fara grinned, reaching down between her legs and pulling down her underwear and spreading her legs.
“Oh, I meant…me,” Greg said. “I got the popsicles, after all.”
“But I’m preggy!” Fara said in a girlish whine. Greg shuddered; she had secret tricks he didn’t know about even now. Obliging his heavy, swollen wife, Greg got on his knees and put his head under her dress, lapping at her exposed lap gleefully. With her dress, Greg couldn’t see her thick thighs or her twitching belly but he could still feel them clenching around his head. He could especially feel her firm, soft pregnant stomach coming down on his head and neck, almost crushing him as he made her grunt and whimper with his tongue.
Greg struggled to get his hands around to her ass cheeks but the pressure around him kept him in place. To get back at her, Greg touched his hands against her labia, finding her clitoris and stroking the hood far too fast, overstimulating his already sensitive pregnant wife.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Fara squealed quickly, having to gulp in big breaths as one hand pressed against her belly. “T-too much!”
“You wanted this,” Greg said with a muffled laugh, kissing her on the clit before diving back in, pressing his nose even deeper inside the place where it all started, lashing his tongue at layer after layer. Her pregnant belly bobbed up and down. Fara had gained close to a hundred pounds with this pregnancy but the way she was bending and bouncing on the bed, you’d never have known it.
Greg’s signal to stop was the sound of Fara’s hand slapping against her taut belly and a high pitched groan. It took him a while to find the right spot with her pregnant body ever-changing but with the added weight coming down on her vaginal floor, her orgasms were stronger than ever and it more than made up for the usual delay. He pulled his head out from under the dress and saw Fara’s blushing, sweaty face panting for air. “Okay,” Fara gasped. “Now you can go get changed.”
Robert lived downtown, close to a park, a vein of popular restaurants and bars, and the best bus line in the city. Greg and Fara’s house may have been bigger but with this kind of townhome real estate, Robert’s home looked much nicer and was worth about three times as much.
“Watch your step,” Greg said, cradling his hand against Fara’s lower back as she slowly waddled up the stairs to the front door.
“Hard to do that when I can’t see my feet,” Fara chuckled. When they made it to the top, she stopped his hand at the doorbell so she could stroke her belly and catch her breath. “Okay…now I’m ready to go in.”
They were greeted at the door by Robert and his wife Diane. “Greg, great to – whoa!” Robert said, bursting out with a gasp and laugh when Fara waddled forward. “Holy shit, is this your wife?”
“Uh, yeah,” Greg said, looking at Fara letting out an embarrassed laugh as Fara grinned at him. “Robert, Diane, this is Fara.”
“Nice to meet you,” Diane said, shaking Fara’s hand and immediately moving to her belly. “You don’t mind if I feel? All my kids are in high school so it’s been a while since I got to touch my own big stomach.”
“Go ahead,” Fara chuckled, putting one hand over Diane’s and guiding it. “There, you can feel one of them kicking.”
“Greg, I don’t know what I’m more surprised by: how gorgeous your wife is or how pregnant she is,” Robert laughed. Greg let out another chuckle, this one a little less enthusiastic. Robert had some fratty traits but he was a good guy overall. “Listen, Fara, you don’t mind if I borrow your husband to meet some people. I know when I got up to the bathroom when Diane was pregnant, she started sobbing.”
“I think I’ll manage,” Fara said, giving Greg a squeeze on the hand as Diane guided her away, hammering her with pregnancy questions immediately.
“Nice place,” Greg said, looking up and around as Robert led him to the living room, where most people seemed to be gathered. He poured Greg a glass of scotch but Greg waved it away. “Oh no, I made a deal with Fara. No drinking when she’s around. I don’t want to rub it in.”
“I have to insist under these circumstances,” Robert said, beckoning to two other people. A man and a woman approached, smiling and shaking Greg’s hand. “Meet Matt and Elizabeth Tunner.”
“Oh…oh! From the Stream Institute, right?” Greg said, flinching his face to remember exactly as he greeted them. “I think I’ve read your papers on Scandinavian welfare models and their potential to be replicated in other countries.”
“That’s my thing,” Matt chuckled. “Elizabeth is a much broader expert.”
“But I take it Robert hasn’t told you yet,” Elizabeth said with a laugh, gesturing to Robert.
“I thought now would be a good time to tell him,” Robert said.
“We’re leaving the Stream Institute. It’s…wishy-washy,” Matt said. “And we’re starting our own policy think tank, one we hope will actually write policy that can be implemented here.”
“That’s awesome,” Greg nodded. “I think you both are the right people to do it.”
“And we need someone to lead our data analysis branch,” Elizabeth said. “Robert here said you were the best of the best.”
Greg’s polite smile slowly turned into shock. “Wait…for real?”
“We’ve got some backers and it w
on’t be much more than you’re making now but it’s a step up and you will have your own team,” Elizabeth said.
“And Robert said you’re not just a non-partisan hired gun with no real beliefs,” Matt said.
“Yeah, unlike me,” Robert laughed.
“You care about getting things done and you have actual opinions and ideologies. This would, hopefully, tap into that,” Matt said. “So?”
“So?” Greg said, the hand holding his liquor glass trembling. “Do I get to stay where I’m living now?”
“Why not? Our office is right in town,” Elizabeth laughed. “And I hear you have a baby on the way so we wouldn’t have asked you to move with that going on.”
“Then shit yeah I’m in!” Greg said, barking with laughter as he clumsily held his glass out for a toast. He downed the scotch instantly, too happy to feel it burn his throat.
“Congratulations!” Matt and Elizabeth said in unison. “And congrats on the baby too.”
“Six, actually,” Greg said. “It’s a long story.”
“That’s what a party is for,” Robert said, refilling his glass. “C’mon, now that’s out of the way, we can mingle.”
Greg moved through the party like it was an assembly line. He was pulled from person to person, cluster to cluster, chatting and making the same polite small talk with minor changes here and there. One person may want to talk about sports more than others, one person may not care about leaving politics at the office, and some people are just so dull they can only talk about traffic and how to commute.
Through it all, Greg could see Fara being ushered around the party, her pregnant size forcing everyone in the house to move in relation to her. It was as if Fara had her own gravitational pull and bend. Greg’s conversations may have been rote but he had to guess Fara was getting the exact same questions over and over again. How many chances do you get to talk to a woman pregnant with sextuplets, after all?
He smiled as he saw people carefully touching her enormous swell. Everyone was in awe of this paragon of fertility and motherhood and she was all his. Anyone could admire Fara when they saw her waddling by but only Greg could to hold her close, feeling her breathe just before she decides to kiss him. It wasn’t just that Greg wanted Fara, it was that warm feeling that came from knowing she wanted him too.
As the party went on, Greg finally got some time to talk with Fara again. “You’re drinking. That’s a little rude,” Fara smirked, flicking her finger against Greg’s glass and making a small ringing sound.
“It’s a celebratory drink for a toast,” Greg replied.
“You’ve been doing a lot of toasting then,” Fara said, adjusting her stance to support her pregnant weight.
“I’ve got a lot to celebrate,” Greg said, putting one hand on her shoulder and moving her around the corner, away from the noise and the crowd. “Big news.” Fara nodded politely, eyeing her husband. “I’ve got a new job offer. They want me at a new think tank that’s starting.”
Fara stroked her cheek as she thought. “And you’re happy about this?”
“Yes, it’s great news!” Greg said, trying to show his enthusiasm without making too much noise at the party.
“Then I’m happy for you too!” Fara said, laughing and moving forward to kiss Greg. What started as a giddy peck quickly turned into full, passionate kissing, with Fara moving to open his mouth fast, prying his lips apart with her tongue.
“W-whoa,” Greg laughed, backing away after about thirty seconds. “You really are happy.”
“Of course I am,” Fara said in a breathy voice, starting to paw at her own clothes and dress. “The father of my babies, the man who filled up my belly, providing for his family. It would turn any woman on.”
She started stroking large, slow circles on the front of her pregnant belly, as far as her arms would stretch. Greg laughed again, this time a little nervous, as his eyes flicked out to the rest of the party. “F-Fara, c’mon, there’s other people around.”
“What? They already know we’re together. They see me waddling around with this big belly, what do they think? They can see you fucked me until I got knocked up,” Fara said, starting to roll up her dress and reveal her smooth, glistening tan pregnant belly. “I’m so big, they must think you really fucked me good, pumping your seed deep inside of me to make me this swollen.”
As she brought her dress up past her popped out belly button, Greg could also see her bare thighs. A few more inches and he saw her plump butt with no underwear against her hips. Fara was totally naked underneath this dress and he could see her nipples getting hard underneath the fabric.
“A house this nice must have a bathroom big enough for this swollen gal,” Fara cooed. Greg was finding it hard to resist her. While he wasn’t about to tackle Fara and bang her in Robert’s bathroom, he was leaning in closer and closer, feeling her warm breath tickle his ear. “Take me. You know I can tease you like this all night.”
“I know,” Greg groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “You turn me on so much.”
“So hurry up,” she whispered. “Or I’ll tell you what Katie tastes like.”
That made Greg stagger backwards, his mind reeling to process what he just heard. She was still smiling back at him, patting and stroking her exposed round belly. As Greg hurried away from her, he could feel his balance shaking. “I’ve been drinking more than I thought,” he grumbled, putting his hand to his face and feeling the numbness in his cheeks.
“Then let’s go home,” Fara said, dropping her dress back down and grabbing onto Greg, waddling out to the rest of the party. She made a beeline for Robert and Diane, bending her hips to exaggerate her pregnant size as she got closer.
“Leaving?” Diane asked.
“Yep, the kids are getting restless,” Fara said in an overly saccharine laugh, rubbing her tummy. “But we had a lot of fun.”
“Everyone had fun meeting the two of you,” Robert said, reaching out to shake Greg’s hand. “We’ll talk more about the new job on Monday. Have a great weekend.”
“Thank you,” Greg said, trying to keep his composure. The panic of this pregnant woman’s identity was not mixing well with the alcohol in his system. They made it down to the street alright and she already had a car waiting to take them back to their place.
Back in the house, Greg was remaining cautious and only pairing down to a shirt and underwear as Fara, or whoever it was, got bare naked and posed on the bed, stroking the biggest, roundest parts of her pregnant body. “Don’t be like that. We still have more celebrating to do,” she purred.
“Who are you?” Greg grumbled, still crawling into bed beside her. “You aren’t my wife.”
“You’re drunk,” she chuckled, tapping him on the end of his nose. “You’re really going to ignore all of this? We’re away from the party. Your children have finally settled down in my womb. No more distractions.”
Greg put his hands on Fara, lightly stroking her arms and belly before moving closer and embracing her. He stroked her breasts and belly while his firm cock pressed against her butt as he buried his face against her back and shoulders. “You feel so good. You’re so beautiful. But…I can’t…how will I know if…”
“It’s me, babe,” she purred, taking his hands and guiding them around her body. “I’m all yours.”
His head was spinning, his hips nervously rubbing him up against Fara’s body. “I can’t control myself. I lie and I pretend but…Fara, Maxine, Lisa. I want to fuck all of you…but I love Fara so much…” He was on the verge of tears. “Who are you?”
“Does it matter?” she said, giving her stomach a firm smack. “I’m pregnant with your kids. Isn’t that the important thing?”
Greg tried to respond but he was too far gone by that point. He came in his underwear, getting plenty of it on Fara’s lower back. He bit down on her shoulder as he came, making her squeal and moan. Greg tightened his hug around her after his orgasm.
“Fara, I’m sorry,” he muttered.
; “It’s fine, it’s fine,” she cooed, grunting as she positioned herself to sit up in bed slightly, letting Greg rest his head in her bosom. “Momma knows.”
“It wasn’t my fault…they tricked me,” he mumbled.
“Shh, you’ve had a long night, you had a lot to drink,” she said, petting his hair. “Go ahead, go to sleep. We can always make love tomorrow.”
The mixture of Greg’s drunkenness, his emotional exhaustion, and the post-ejaculation lethargy took hold and he drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks later, Greg and Fara were getting along like normal, neither one bringing up that night at the party aside from talking about Greg’s new job. Matt and Elizabeth weren’t going to be pulling the trigger on it for another few months and that was fine with Greg. He needed the time to learn how to raise six babies at once, or even eighteen if it ended up coming to that.