u/Alter_Accountant

We'd been trying for a kid for a long time, but when you got pregnant there was something we didn't anticipate: just how large you were going to get.

Everything grew beyond what we could have planned for. A waist that outgrew anything but sweatpants, a growing chest that made every new bra useless by the end of the week, and a belly that "ballooned" wouldn't begin to describe.

It was hard to watch you walk, bending over needed to be a planned event. You could see it even from standing directly behind you. When planning for a baby you talked about how cute it would be to have maternity clothing and a little bump to take pictures with. But this... at this rate we weren't sure if I'd be able to fully fit my arms around you by the time this was over.

But despite it all... I loved it. I loved how big you were getting, I loved knowing I did that to you, loved seeing how fertile you unknowingly were. And I suspected you enjoyed it too.

I could see the glances you'd give yourself in the mirror, could hear labored breaths turn to stifled moans, and the heir of superiority seeing how much larger you were compared to other mothers-to-be.

Tonight, it all came to a tipping point. Sleeping was impossible, no position was comfortable, and the air felt different than before. I could feel your belly rise and fall as I lay beside you. As I'm rubbing your belly I press closer to you, kissing your neck. You take my hand and gently glide it under your belly and I tease at your waistband. It was about time that belly got the appreciation it truly deserved...

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Hello! If you thought this fantasy spoke to you, then I'd love to hear from you. Either picking up where this left off, starting earlier to what led to that belly in the first place, or telling me your favorite thing about having a large pregnant belly to start a chat would be perfect! (Don't hesitate just to message for a chat if the topic interests you)

My limits involve anything with violence, gore, or making a mess. As long as the conversation doesn't begin crossing into those realms then we should be good.

We'd been trying for a kid for a long time, but when you got pregnant there was something we didn't anticipate: just how large you were going to get.

Everything grew beyond what we could have planned for. A waist that outgrew anything but sweatpants, a growing chest that made every new bra useless by the end of the week, and a belly that "ballooned" wouldn't begin to describe.

It was hard to watch you walk, bending over needed to be a planned event. You could see it even from standing directly behind you. When planning for a baby you talked about how cute it would be to have maternity clothing and a little bump to take pictures with. But this... at this rate we weren't sure if I'd be able to fully fit my arms around you by the time this was over.

But despite it all... I loved it. I loved how big you were getting, I loved knowing I did that to you, loved seeing how fertile you unknowingly were. And I suspected you enjoyed it too.

I could see the glances you'd give yourself in the mirror, could hear labored breaths turn to stifled moans, and the heir of superiority seeing how much larger you were compared to other mothers-to-be.

Tonight, it all came to a tipping point. Sleeping was impossible, no position was comfortable, and the air felt different than before. I could feel your belly rise and fall as I lay beside you. As I'm rubbing your belly I press closer to you, kissing your neck. You take my hand and gently glide it under your belly and I tease at your waistband. It was about time that belly got the appreciation it truly deserved...

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Hello! If you thought this fantasy spoke to you, then I'd love to hear from you. Either picking up where this left off, starting earlier to what led to that belly in the first place, or telling me your favorite thing about having a large pregnant belly to start a chat would be perfect! (Don't hesitate just to message for a chat if the topic interests you)

My limits involve anything with violence, gore, or making a mess. As long as the conversation doesn't begin crossing into those realms then we should be good.

We'd been trying for a kid for a long time, but when you got pregnant there was something we didn't anticipate: just how large you were going to get.

Everything grew beyond what we could have planned for. A waist that outgrew anything but sweatpants, a growing chest that made every new bra useless by the end of the week, and a belly that "ballooned" wouldn't begin to describe.

It was hard to watch you walk, bending over needed to be a planned event. You could see it even from standing directly behind you. When planning for a baby you talked about how cute it would be to have maternity clothing and a little bump to take pictures with. But this... at this rate we weren't sure if I'd be able to fully fit my arms around you by the time this was over.

But despite it all... I loved it. I loved how big you were getting, I loved knowing I did that to you, loved seeing how fertile you unknowingly were. And I suspected you enjoyed it too.

I could see the glances you'd give yourself in the mirror, could hear labored breaths turn to stifled moans, and the heir of superiority seeing how much larger you were compared to other mothers-to-be.

Tonight, it all came to a tipping point. Sleeping was impossible, no position was comfortable, and the air felt different than before. I could feel your belly rise and fall as I lay beside you. As I'm rubbing your belly I press closer to you, kissing your neck. You take my hand and gently glide it under your belly and I tease at your waistband. It was about time that belly got the appreciation it truly deserved...

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Hello! If you thought this fantasy spoke to you, then I'd love to hear from you. Either picking up where this left off, starting earlier to what led to that belly in the first place, or telling me your favorite thing about having a large pregnant belly to start a chat would be perfect! (Don't hesitate just to message for a chat if the topic interests you)

My limits involve anything with violence, gore, or making a mess. As long as the conversation doesn't begin crossing into those realms then we should be good.