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Vessa Ch. 01

By: L86L86



"Okay, what now," she said. Her eyes smiled at me as she rolled them. She was getting impatient but I was going to make her suffer and wait.

I grinned at her, "Hmm... Let me see... Have you got anything left?"

She looked down and her supple lips pouted. After a moment of staring at me with her puppy-dog eyes, her eyes lit up as she just realized something and said, "Yes! My socks!" Her foot moved from underneath her so she could wiggle adorable socked her toe at me.

I tried to laugh but instead I giggled. "Okay. Then your socks. Both of them!"

"Ugh. Fine."

She handed me her playing cards and tugged at her sock until it came off. Her other arm was busy trying to cover her boobs but they were way too big and so she was really only able to fully hide her nipples from me.

My wife, Vessa and I were engaged in a seriously competitive game of strip poker. After she took off her socks, we would be tied for score (unfortunately for me, I wasn't smart enough to put on socks before we started playing...). The worst part was how cold it was. You know how they always crank up the air-conditioning in hotels? Well I usually love that but today it was backfiring because I was starting to freeze and I could tell she was getting a bit chilly as well. I was going to have to end this game fast.

"I hope you're happy, buster, because now I'm freezing." She said this as she placed her sock lovingly and carefully upon my head.

See?!

"That's alright babe. Next hand wins."

"No, we've still got these..." She pointed at her sunglasses. I suggested we both wear them because I wanted the game to be super serious.

"Those don't count."

"Well I've still got this then..." She pointed at her cowboy hat. She insisted that the hat would "add some extra serious," to our match.

"That doesn't count either."

"No fair!"

"Oh shush! If we were being fair, then you can't cover your tits like that! I mean, I'm not hiding myself!"

She just smiled at me. "Oh I know baby... You've been at half mast for a while now." She looked down with hungry eyes.

"You can wrap your lips around me all you want, but your hat still doesn't count."

She pouted her lips and I could just hear her say under her breath, "Well I think my hat counts..."

"What?"

"Nothing..."

I dealt the cards and damn, this was going to be fun: pocket aces and it was hold'em. I had to take advantage of it.

"I want to raise the stakes."

"Oh?" She sounded intrigued.

"Loser does anything the winner wants."

"That's quite a jump from oral..." she said.

"...for the rest of the night... You game?"

Her lips pulled up into the corner of her mouth the way they always do when she's thinking.

"...or are you chicken?"

"Fine! Winner gets anything."

"And loser isn't allowed to sleep until given permission."

"Mmm, okay..."

Pretty sure some precum came out of my cock when she purred like that... I loved her purr.

I dealt the cards and nearly came all the way. The river had two threes and a king. She waited with bated breath. The turn had a ten but then the flop had another ace. I was going to need more...

"And all of tomorrow too!"

She said, "But we have to meet Tom and Lucy tomorrow!"

I looked down at her pussy as I said, "You bet your tight ass we do. Now, what'll it be?"

From what I could see of her gorgeous face, she looked worried but she tried her best not to show it and gave it another long think.

"Alright, winner gets all of tomorrow too."

My sunglasses nearly fell off I grinned so hard.

I couldn't wait any longer, "Whatcha got?"

She leaned forward, still holding her breasts. All she had was a seven and a king. I showed her my aces and she playfully pushed my shoulder.

"You cheated!"

"I did not! I'm naked!"

"Well, you did something..."

"Yeah, I made you my slave for two, long days..."

"Ugh. Fine." She was so cute when she pouted.

"Besides, you knew I was going to win when I raised it on that ace..."

She looked at me then nodded eagerly enough to make her hat tip off. Then she said, "So...now what? Master..."

God damn.

I licked my lips and took off my glasses.

"Take your hand away from your tits."

She quickly put them over her pussy.

"And your pussy!..."

She put her arms behind her which thrust her firm chest in front of her.

"Now take off your sunglasses and put the cowboy hat back on."

Her shoulder-length blonde hair now fell messily from underneath her hat. I couldn't take much more of this.

"Does this please my master?" She was playing the part extra shy, the way she knew I would like it.

I nodded.

"What would master like me to do now?"

"Stand up so I can be reminded..."

"Yes sir." Then she looked at me with an extra curious face. That one was adorable too... "Reminded of what, my master?"

I grinned my best devilish grin then said, "I want to be reminded of how smart I was for choosing you to impregnate."

She rolled her eyes again but kept role playing. Now her shy smile was making her blush.

She stood up. Recently, we found out that Vessa is pregnant and already I can tell that she was made for baby-making. Before I even knocked her up, I knew pregnancy would look good on her but I didn't realize she would look this good.

Many women can be considered voluptuous but my girl is of a different class altogether. Vessa's told me that before she hit her teenage years, she was training to play tennis somewhat seriously and is embarrassed (but in all honesty I think she's proud ) of the fact that because she developed so much, she had to switch to swimming. She grew up with perfect D tits but now that I've put my baby inside of her, they've already swollen up to DD. She also had those lovely pink areolas that are delicate but still very large in diameter. Her nipples beg me to nibble on them.

"Bring your tits to me. I want to suck on them."

I sat back against the bed and let her come to me. She put herself in my mouth so I could brush her silky skin with my tongue.

With a pop, I released her breast. "Enough. Go back. I'm not done looking at you."

She hopped back to where she was. I could see her ass giggle the best giggle there ever was.

From here, I could see her tiny pussy lips which puffed ever so slightly nestled in the small gap between her thighs. There was no way I was letting her sleep tonight before I had my fill of sweet pussy-juice...

Vessa's thighs are tight like the rest of her body due to her vigorous swimming regimen but they're far thicker than most women, since they are so thick with muscle. Leading up from her perfect thighs is her perfect ass which definitely would have been difficult to manage as a would-be tennis pro. It was just so damn full... And what's more, I could never get over how tight she kept it – only her tits could rival the bounce of her delicious ass. It gave her an exaggerated hourglass figure because of how wide her child-bearing hips were and could only be properly described by both the words, plump and firm.

Then there's her belly. It's not flat – she never really had a truly trim stomach but there was something extra to her now. Obviously you couldn't tell she was pregnant, but since I now knew her body better than the world map, I could tell something was different.

These next months were going to be amazing.

"Do I please you master?" she said. She held her arms behind her body again proudly displaying herself to me.

"Yes but your belly is still far too small."

"But It's only been eleven weeks!"

"That doesn't matter. Your only purpose from now on is to grow my baby as big as possible. Understand?"

She rolled her eyes again and smirked but she did her best to keep up the charade by looking down at the ground, attempting to feign subdued servitude. Then she said, "Yes, master, I understand." God I loved this woman...

"Now get on the bed."

She knelt down at the foot of the bed opposite me.

"On your hands and knees."

I got up and walked around her so her pussy was right in front of my face. I wrapped my mouth around her pussy lips and started sucking away. There would be no foreplay today...

She whimpered and groaned from the surprise attack. Grabbed her ass and pulled her legs a bit further apart. As I pleasured her, I could tell she was losing control. I never let up groping her ass but with my other hand I rotated between fingering her pussy and rubbing her thigh. At first, her legs were steady but soon, I could tell she was getting weaker as her thighs started shaking. She couldn't handle it any longer and she could no longer support herself with her arms. She put her chest to the bed and reached out her now free hand to pull on my on mine which was currently tickling her asshole. Usually, Vessa did this to tell me whenever it was too much. I wanted to make her last a bit longer so I backed off her pussy and kissed the inside of her thighs for a while. With my other hand, I slid my fingers through her toes; she loved that too.

Even still, this was too much for her, so she told me through desperate breaths, "Hunngh. Baby... please I need you inside me..."

I had to slap her ass after that...she made me do it!

She gave a delicate gasp and another after I slapped her again.

"I am not your baby! What am I?"

"I'm sorry m – master... It won't happen again."

"That's right. Now I'm going to have to punish you."

I stuffed my face between her legs and sucked on her clit until she almost fell over. I stopped only long enough to make sure I could keep her from falling onto her side. I stopped fingering her pussy and asshole because I wanted to devote all my time into making sure she came with my mouth on her. She didn't last long. Her body shuddered and shook as her juice fell all over my face and the bed.

I let go of her body and she immediately fell onto her side as she lost control. Her eyes were closed and her torso kept gently convulsing.

I stood up to watch her. I lived to watch her do this; making her cum so hard was my favorite thing to do...

When she was done, I picked her up and put her back down so I could get behind her. Usually, she was too exhausted after such an orgasm to fuck so I would usually just spoon her when she was ready. I wrapped one of my arms around her tits and held the other one outstretched as we held each other's hands. She tilted her head back so that I could invade her mouth with my tongue.

Sure, enough, when she was ready, she started bucking me with her ass dug into my crotch. I slid my cock up and down her drenched pussy but she was impatient so she took me and put me right into her pussy. She wasn't going to let me tease her anymore...

I pulled hard on her nipple to let her know I approved. She let out a high-pitched scream which was definitely too loud for the hotel. I covered her mouth with my hand and she met my eyes with her gorgeous blue eyes. To punish her, I pulled her nipple again which made her scream but this time it was muffled. Her eyes closed so I nibbled her ear.

I fucked her hard. My cock was big and sometimes it was too much when her tiny pussy was swollen like now. But today I didn't care. I let go of her mouth just in case and pounded in and out, in and out and in and out. Slowly but forcibly.

With each thrust she gave a high-pitched squeak but she locked he own eyes onto mine. Her eyes said everything to me: 'Don't worry, master, I won't make too much noise... (just enough)...'

This was too much. I sped up the pace and she ground her ass against me to meet my rhythm.

God she knew how to fuck...

It was too much for her as well because I could feel her hot juice again as it poured over my cock. I kept grinding in and out of her as her muscles relaxed in another orgasm. She was still spent from the previous one so this one was much more mild.

I was still hard inside her and when she was done, she pulled me out of her with a schluck and pushed me over onto my back.

She straddled me and wrapped her full lips around my cock and began sucking me off, determined to make me cum. She was looking right into my eyes as a tuft of hair fell over her face. She quickly brushed it away so that she could keep looking at and concentrating on me. Sometimes she sucked my dick this way: like it was going out of style...

It wasn't long before I erupted right down her throat. I didn't warn her because I liked to surprise her but she probably knew I was going to cum soon anyway. She swallowed all of my cum like a champ then she let go of me and looked at my dick. Whenever, a bit of cum dribbled out, she made sure to lick it up.

When I was done, I beckoned her to me. I wrapped her in my arms and spooned her again. Now I was tired...

She kissed me and said, "Did I do you good master?"

I nibbled her ear and whispered into it: "Yes, my pet. You're a good fuckslave."

She broke character again at this and chuckled but kept going: "Do I please my master?"

"You do indeed please me. You are going to be a fine babymaker..."

I woke the next day early to get a head start on things. Lately I've taken to letting my wife sleep as she has had a terrible time with morning sickness and sometimes is spared from it by sleeping a bit longer.

But not today... What a shame - I managed to close the door without making a sound. One day she won't have to suffer through anymore but so far, she's been a real trooper about it.

I went to get her a glass of water and since she was up, I figured I'd maker her some breakfast.

When I came back up, Vessa was surprisingly alert seemed to have recovered quicker than usual. I handed her the glass of water. She was sitting completely upright at the foot of the bed.

"Here babe. Have some water."

She looked at me a bit puzzled and drank from the glass.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I am well master." Then she winked at me. I had completely forgotten!

She was looking up at me submissively with her giant blue eyes at the foot of the bed. Just as she was going to drink from her glass, she handed it back to me. I could tell she wanted me to order her to finish the glass.

That's when I realized that my previous bet had backfired: she was going to make me play this game all day, even around the couple we were supposed to meet today...

She was going to drive me wild by the end of the day. Somehow I was going to figure out how to make the most of it.

I handed her back the glass. "Drink the rest of it."

"But I'm not thirsty, master."

"The baby I put inside you needs water. Now drink."

She seemed pleased at this since she brought the cup to her mouth with both hands in the most adorable way then handed me back the glass when it was empty. I went to the sink and filled it up again and made her finish that one too for good measure.

She wiped her mouth and waited for further instructions.

"Get ready. We have some shopping to do and you have some food to eat."

"Yes master. Will there be anything else?"

I was at the door. "No, that will be all."

"Thank you master."

I could hear a bit of disappointment in her voice which made me turn around to look at her before leaving the room. I gave her one last command: "You are to wear pigtails all day today." She hated that. It made her nose scrunch up involuntarily for one cute little moment.

Then she said, "Yes master."

She was drop-dead fuckable in pigtails. That's when I knew what I wanted to do with the day.

I went downstairs and made breakfast food for the both of us. The day was going to be long because we had some business to take care of. We were both here in New York half on business and half on vacation and today was one of the business days. I was an author and had to sit through a book deal meeting while she had to attend a cardiovascular conference. Both were pretty boring so I was going to spice them up.

I cooked half of the carton of eggs and a bunch of bacon by the time she came out of the bedroom. She sat down and looked hungry.

I only ate a couple eggs and a bit of toast but made her eat the four others, the bacon and the rest of the toast.

When she was done I said, "Stand up and remove your robe."

I was sitting down and was afforded a grand view of her body standing right in front of me. Her abdomen was right at my eye-level and and I put my hands on her waist to rotate her in front of me. Her belly was just slightly bloated from the meal which looked very fetching on her. I stood up and nipped at her nipple as I did so eliciting a delicate surprised yelp. I walked around her appraising her body as I did so. When I was content, I commanded her to put her clothes on and pinched her ass as she left.

I wanted to fuck her so badly before we left but I knew the sex that night would be that much better if I waited.

I was already wearing my fitted clothes and tie which would be required throughout the day and suddenly regretted the fact that we didn't bring much clothing from home because looking down, I was pretty sure I stained my tie. Yep, definitely did. I was going to need a new one. I took it off and put it on the counter.

When Vessa came back out, she was wearing a relatively conservative grey sundress with a high neckline (most of the clothing she wore to work required a high neckline because any cleavage just drew attention to the size of her tits, and any such attention was a bad thing, frankly, for a doctor). It fit her form perfectly however.

And she had her hair in pigtails. What a genius idea...it just seemed so...inappropriate. She tried to downplay it but it didn't work. No doubt she was going to try to fight me on it when she had to go to her conference.

After I was done ogling at her, I walked over and kissed her a kiss that would be tasteless in public, squeezed her ass, took her hand, and led her out the door.

The best thing about New York is the fact that there are no limits to what's accepted. Here you can get away with anything short of breaking the law. This was going to be good for out bondage day.

I asked Vessa to pick out a new tie for me to wear and, as usual, she chose a classy solid maroon tie to go with my summer attire.

I took her to the shops on Fifth Ave to get a new tie but also because I loved to flaunt my wife around and Fifth Ave is as good a place as any to do that in New York. You can see fifty gorgeous girls walk past you in the span of ten blocks going up or down that avenue and today I wanted to show Vessa off amongst them. Not a single one was even close to my girl and she knew it.

Some girls packaged themselves as though they were trying to compete but didn't wear it as well as Vessa could. Others (likely tourists) pretended to know how to walk around in high heels or just tried too hard to impress. My Vessa on the other hand had to downplay her look just to fit in otherwise she'd draw unwanted, constant glaces just walking up and down the street.

When I was happy with out little excursion here, I decided to get what I was going to be needed for the rest of the day which we would have to get somewhere eles. That's when I saw an inspiration.

A girl came out of a shop wearing a skin-tight dress. Once I saw her two things occurred to me: 1) Vessa would look better wearing it and 2) I wanted to show her off doing so.

I took her into the shop and she pretty much figured out my motivations right after stepping through the door, and I'm sure the shopkeeper did as well. Vessa was set up with a stylist and they showed me three dresses before I decided upon which one I wanted.

She came out in a two-tone dress which showed her perfect shape from her full tits to her (as yet unchanged) slim waist to her overdeveloped hips and ass. But it still wasn't enough.



Vessa Ch. 01



I walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead and whispered so only Vessa could hear, "Good, now I want it two sizes smaller."

She looked at me with a devilish grin and she and the stylist went back into the changing room.

When she came back out, the dress was skin-tight, I mean it left no room for the imagination. Now my Vessa is proud of her body but I could tell as she walked out how embarrassed she was to be wearing something so tight. It was a miracle that they could squeeze her tits into the dress much less the rest of her. She definitely wasn't sucking in her gut either because I could tell that her stomach was still full from breakfast.

I made her wear it out but not after having four more inches taken off the length of it. When it was done, it just barely reached a few inches past her ass cheeks. I bought her some new, more comfortable, flat shoes because I didn't want to torture the poor girl, just tease her. I knew the dress would tempt me all day since it was made mostly of the softest silk they had and now my hands just begged to cup her voluptuous, pert, and now silk-covered breasts but I couldn't, I mean, there could be kids around!

Now I remembered what I wanted to get before I was sidetracked with the new dress. I hailed a taxi and we hopped on uptown.

We got out at a sex shop. I was quick about it and let Vessa stay in the taxi while I bought what I wanted. Then we went back to the hotel.

Immediately after I closed the door I couldn't control myself. I sucked her neck and started groping Vessa's tits through her dress. Slowly, I rubbed my way down to her panties thong and fingered her quickly drenched pussy. 

Then I stopped. I gave both sets of her lips one last tug and let go. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Without hesitation, she jumped on the bed which made her dress ride up on her ass. I slapped her ass and pushed the buttplug I had just bought into her puckered hole. She wasn't expecting it at all. I lubed it but the shock still made her whip her head back at me with a mouth gaping in surprise.

The buttplug must have been the line because she whispered to me, "I can't do a plug!"

"Oh?"

"It's going to be too much! The food, , the pigtails, the dress, and now the plug... It's too much!"

I was pretty good at putting disappointment into my voice so I layed it on pretty thick, "That's fine. If you don't want to play with me it's okay..."

She was still on her hands and knees.

"I do want to... But we have things to do today, baby..."

I walked over to her and whispered into her ear, "That's what makes it so much fun, Vessa." I massaged the inside of her thigh with my hand. "Besides, nobody will have to know..."

She surprised me when she said, with an even quieter voice, "But I've never used a plug before!"

Now the idea was somehow even sexier to me... "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

That got her. She said, "Okay, honey but just give me a few minutes."

When she came back out of the bathroom, she put the now removed plug on a nightstand to straighten her dress out a bit. When she was done, she grabbed the plug again.

"Wait, let me put back in."

She smiled and handed me the plug. I lubed it and slid it sloooooowly back where it belonged: into her shy little asshole and lovingly gave her rump a rub.

"Ready babe," I asked.

She nodded then sighed and let her shoulders drop. She said with a bit of nervousness and anxiety, "If I'm going to do this for you, my legs are going to need more of a rubdown..."

I wasted no time and grabbed some lotion. I kneeded it into her porcelain-white velvety skin. I spent about ten minutes pulling and relaxing her muscles for her not because I didn't want her to cramp up or because I loved to massage my wife, but because I loved her. When she said, "Okay," I stopped and stood up.

Vessa was still lying on her side on the bed and I realized she was a bit stuck. She was really going to need to get used to that buttplug. She gestured up to me and I helped her sit up straight on the bed. She winced a bit as the plug must have gone further up into her. Then she stood up and amazed me because of how well she hid the fact that she had a plug stuck up her ass. Her posture was no different at all. What a trooper...

I kissed her, grabbed both her ass cheeks and asked, "What, no panties?"

"Nah. I think I'll be more comfortable without them."

"God I love you."

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Ready?" She said.

"Ready."

"Where would you like to go to now, master?"

"I think it's time to feed my baby."

And with that we left the hotel.

Vessa would squirm all day. But I wasn't sure if it was the tightness of the dress or the plug up her butt. It was uncharacteristic of her but she stumbled when getting into the elevator which was full of people. It must have made her worried about falling down because she grabbed my hand and hardly let go of it the rest of the day. When everyone but us cleared out of the elevator on the way down, I tugged affectionately at one of her pigtails to let her know how much I appreciated her dedication.

"I'm going to force you to cram twice the amount of food into your belly than normal. You may choose what you would like to eat."

"Salad please, master!" She was so perky about it so I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass. She squeaked just as the doors opened and I'm sure that the seven people waiting as the doors opened heard her. I chuckled and pulled her by the waist into the corner of the elevator. She buried her face into my shoulder because it was so red from embarrassment.

When we were outside, I took us through a park to sit for a while. I had to call up our friends, Tom and Lucy so we could meet for lunch.

I held her hand as she slowly sat down on the hard bench. Although she braced herself as she sat down on the bench, she still wasn't prepared for how far the hard surface of the bench pushed the rubber into her greedy hole.

"Since you chose salad, you will eat three times as much. Now I'm going to call Tom and Lucy."

"You are going to make me eat in front of them, master?"

"Yes."

"But master, they do not know yet that I carry your seed inside of me."

"Good. I want them to know what I've done to you."

"I don't think my little tummy can't hold that much food."

"Good! I'll make you practice making it bigger."

"Okay master."

I told our friends where to meet us for lunch and we Vessa and I went over to the restaurant.

We got there about an hour before our friends would which was a good thing because of how crowded it was. Just as my wife as getting uncomfortable standing in line, we were taken to our table which luckily had comfortable chairs for Vessa's trying situation. She ordered water for obvious reasons and I did as well since she likes alcohol more than I do anyway.

When in public, we had to drop most of our role playing lingo and behavior for obvious reasons. I didn't mind of course because I always enjoy our conversations and her usual dry sense of humor. I moved my chair closer to her so I could watch her tender lips as she spoke. Vessa's mouth is wide and inviting and almost always the corners of her mouth are pulled back into a warm and gentle smile. She has a dimple that forms on her left cheek when she does this and I love to tease her about where she thinks the other dimple went. Each time she'd have a new story about where it went off to this time and as she was telling me this I could see her wiggle her small but straight little nose from side to side. Then she sneezed and her eyes went wide in her head as the sneeze must have felt strange with the plug inside her. She paused for a moment before going into a giggle fit which in turn made me laugh and drew awkward looks from the young couple next to us. This only made us laugh even more.

That's when Lucy and Tom showed up at our table.

Lucy smiled and said, "I can see the newlyweds are still happy. Are you guys okay?"

"Oh hi guys! Yeah we're okay I just – nevermind... Come and sit down. I'm starving."

We made the usual small talk and Vessa ordered the largest salad on the menu. She claimed that she would share it with everyone once it came.

But then it did and her offer flew out the window. The salad was huge. The menu said it was meant to be shared at a table of four but of course we all had our own food to eat. Vessa must not have been lying when she said she really was hungry because she hardly talked at all during lunch. Instead, she plowed through the leafy greens and cucumbers and hard-boilded eggs like it was her last meal. I was amazed that she ate this much after such a large breakfast but of course I had ordered her to. She sure is a woman of her word.

I finished eating my chicken first and decided to take the rest home and Tom and Lucy did the same but Vessa kept on eating. We were talking but Tom must have gotten distracted.

He said, "I never would have guessed you could eat so much, Vessa."

Then Lucy chimed in, "Thank you! I was waiting for someone to say it... I've never seen you eat like this!"

When Vessa spoke, her mouth was stuffed with food: "I told you I was hungry!" Then she shoved another bite into her mouth with a wide grin.

Then we continued talking while Vessa ate the rest of her food. Finally she finished. She gracefully put the knife and fork on the plate and looked up while chewing the last morsel of food like there was nothing strange about eating an entire platter of food.

I was so proud of her.

I looked from Vessa to Lucy and said, "Well then, who's ready for dessert?"

Vessa said, "Oh I couldn't...not right now. I'll need a few minutes before ordering if you don't mind."

"Wow, you could eat more? You're going to lose your shape darling if you keep eating like that..." said Lucy.

"Oh that's okay. There's nothing I can really do about my figure anymore. Phillip's already made sure of that..."

"What? You mean..."

"Mhmm! I'm pregnant!"

"Oh my goodness. But you've only been married for two months!" Lucy leaned over and hugged Vessa. "When did you find out?"

"It happened on our honeymoon."

Tom looked at me and said, "You two don't waste time, do you?"

I laughed and said, "I couldn't help it."

"Well congratulations you two. I'm so happy for you," said Lucy.

"Thank you! Now, about that dessert I was promised..."

We ordered again and I watched my wife stuff an entire helping of cake one spoonful at at time past her lips. This time Lucy and Tom finished their servings but I saved the rest of mine for later once again. Then they ordered coffee and we abstained explaining that Vessa didn't want to drink coffee during her pregnancy. We made smalltalk and then I looked at the time and realized it was time to get to my meeting. Arrangements were made to meet again in sometime soon and then we made our way out of the restaurant.

Vessa grabbed my hand again and we followed Tom and Lucy out onto the sidewalk. Lucy gasped and put her hand on Vessa's belly.

"Vessa! You're so big already! Are you sure it's only been a couple months? And your dress..."

All the blood must have rushed into Vessa's blushing cheeks. She looked down at her belly and then stared right at me and said, "Oh it's just the food. Trust me, I'm not showing yet."

"Well it looks like you're in your second trimester..."

"That's probably because of the dress."

"Yeah and why are you wearing that dress? I couldn't tell when we were inside but now that I see it... I mean are you aware how tight it is on you? I know we're in New York and all but there are limits..."

"Not for here there aren't." I wrapped my arm around the stretched white silk fabric covering her wasit.

"But it's so short..."

"It was a gift from my husband and I wanted to wear it for him today. After all, I doubt I'll be able to wear it for long."

Thankfully, Tom spoke before his wife did: "Let 'em live a little, Lucy. It's alright..."

"Alright, alright. I just thought I should make sure you were aware is all..."

Then they left. "Finally," I said and hailed a cab. I helped her in and when we took off to my meeting. "I'm afraid I've made you an enemy..."

"Nah. She's always been jealous of my figure like that. She just usually doesn't say anything."

"Must be your tits." I looked at the cabbie to make sure we were being discrete enough and looked at her chest. Now her dress was two-toned. Black silk covered her bountiful breasts and white silk covered everything from her tits down and even still, through the black material, I could see that her nipples were beaming. There was no way I was going to tell her about it either.

I pulled her left nipple between my fingers and snuck my hand between her legs to tickle her clit. This made her nervous because she mouthed to me, 'Please master, not here!' which made me grin. I took my hand away from her pussy and tapped her knee. She squeezed my hand with hers and then the car stopped. I paid and helped her get out of the car.

The meeting was boring. We discussed the last book in a three part series that I was contracted to write and I kept losing my concentration with Vessa playing with my thigh under the table. I myself thought the series was boring and I had little interest in actually turning my idea into a book but for some reason people couldn't put them down. The series paid the bills three times over with more to spare and because of that I had to just get through writing them.

There were two old men and one old woman (I can't be bothered to remember their names) who took me through the motions and explained what they wanted and all I could do was nod my head and explain back what they'll get back.

When we first walked in, I could tell they were each surprised by my wife's appearance and the old woman immediately requested that we all sit down at the large conference table in the room (I could tell the two men were disappointed, although they could still see her cleavage). None of them had the courage to ask whether or not she was pregnant, most likely because none of them would believe that a pregnant girl would wear such a dress. Oddly enough, even if they did guess she was, none of them would have guessed she was pregnant for the right reasons due to the fact that her belly was bloated not from baby but from food.

To their credit, the three of them carried on with the utmost professionalism and managed to conduct business as though Vessa wasn't there. I couldn't say the same for her however. She had been teased all day and now it was her turn...

I made the mistake of letting my arm drop underneath the table and she seized control of it. She was discrete about it and I'm sure that my colleagues were none the wiser but she put me right between her legs. I wasn't sure if the plug was making her this way or what it was but she wouldn't let me go. When I tried to take it back, she made little whimpers which were only audible for me to hear and only made them louder the longer I didn't finger her bud. I had to keep her happy or she was going to ruin my meeting!

Vessa didn't writhe or make any odd faces that would give away the fact that I was pleasuring my wife during a business meeting. Luckily, we were sitting very close together in chairs which allowed our fun and hid the matter from the other three.

I tried to concentrate as best I could but I'd be lying if I said everything ran smoothly. I picked up the pace of both the fingering my wife and the meeting because I couldn't keep it together any longer. Then she clamped her legs down hard on my hand which was a bad sign. She always did this when she was going to cum. I couldn't let her cum. Not here, I mean she squirts a lot. I talked faster and faster and explained that we needed to be somewhere else in half an hour – I didn't even say where because I couldn't think straight. But Vessa wasn't letting me go.

Then she came. She relaxed and let her juices all over my hand which then soaked right into the fabric of the chair. I could smell her sweet scent and lamented the fact that the table wasn't nearly as long as I now wished it to be. I had to get out of there. I didn't want to be in the room if - no when - they figured out that my wife came during our meeting.

I stood up and didn't wait for them to come over to me to shake my hand. They rushed over and held out their hands but Vessa saved me by taking my arm and said, "I'm sorry, we really must go. The baby's been kicking my bladder all day. You understand."

And we left.

I wasted no time and took Vessa to the garage of the basement. I led her around until I found a secluded corner and made sure nobody could see us; luckily it was already getting dark out and it would be hard to see us anyway. I leaned her against a concrete wall and pulled her dress until it was over her ass. It wasn't easy to pull the absurdly tight fabric over the shelf of her ass and when it did, it jiggled and wobbled like it was taunting me. I spanked her for a good five minutes. She squealed each time I slapped her ass so I had to put my hand over her mouth. Vessa's eyes looked right into mine to let me know how desperately she needed to be spanked.

When I was done, I crammed her ass back into her dress though it wasn't easy and she had to help me. Then we hailed a taxi and drove to her conference.

As we drove, I scolded her: "You're a naughty pet and naughty pets get spanked."

She was leaning her body against me in the car like she was pretending the cabbie wasn't even there. What's gotten into this girl?

Oh. Right.

She said, "But it's so hard to be a good girl when you haven't been hard inside me all day." Her voice was dripping with sex.

"Now you will have to wait even longer as a punishment."

"Okay master."

When we arrived at the conference, they handed us identification to be hung around our necks. Vessa's posture and demeanor changed instantly when immersed in her own professional setting. She took the identification and tried to arrange it so that it covered her cleavage but I changed the length of the strap again and whispered into her ear, "You are to keep this badge low. I want to be able to see your ripe tits all night." I put my guest identification on and we went inside.

Saying that Vessa's attire was inappropriate would be as much of an understatement as if I had said that my wife was just an attractive woman. She just didn't fit in to the atmosphere of the event (or her clothes of course). I'm surprised no ushers came over to offer her a jacket to wear.

The funny thing is that nobody brought it up. Of course this would have been far too taboo but I was secretly debating which would burst forth first: a comment about her dress or the dress itself.

Luckily for her, we didn't need to do much socializing because the presentation she was here to see was starting so we made our way to the folded chairs in front of one of the stages. The chair didn't make wearing the plug any easier, I'm sure.

I decided to let her relax a bit and she just held my hand throughout the presentation. The presentation itself of course went over my head as all of her doctor business does. I think it was something to do with MRI imaging or something but I couldn't figure it out. All I know is that it was two damn hours long and the more I sat there with her pretending to be innocent, the more I wanted to peel that dress off of her and fuck her right then and there. I was as calm as I could be and turned the challenge into a strange personal test which I'm happy to say I passed. She was certainly interested in the topic but I could tell she was glad when it ended.




Vessa Ch. 01



Her colleagues, friends, and acquaintances came over to her after the presentation to discuss it with her but each time she explained that she had somewhere to be and every one of her excuses was music to my ears.

We left the conference still wearing the badges around our necks and it was late. We didn't get out of the conference until just after two and we were both tired. Vessa was exhausted.

Our hotel was only a few dozen blocks away and I raised my hand for a cab. That's when the second inspiration hit me for the day.

I took Vessa to the subway though she seemed to be a bit unhappy at this, I knew it would pay off. Despite the late hour, the train was packed. I knew though that everyone would be getting off at the next stop and then we could find a couple seats.

We were in the last car of the train which I knew would be less packed and sure enough, several seats cleared up at the next stop.

The orange line "D" train is a relatively picturesque route through the city because it travels on the Manhattan Bridge where you can see all of lower Manhattan going to and from. The problem was that out hotel was in Manhattan and we had no reason to go to Brooklyn. She asked me about this but I gave her an order through a whisper to have patience. Vessa didn't have much experience riding in this subway because she was born and raised in Norway but I knew it well from going to school here. I had to make a guess and my guess was right.

The train picked up speed and the rapid bumps and jostling from side to side made my wife begin to moan quietly to me. She pulled herself closer to me so that the rise that separated the subway seats pushed right into the plug, shoving it further inside between her ass cheeks.

We went way past our stop this way and into Brooklyn. It was here that tons of people got on the train at the first stop in Brooklyn and Vessa gave up her seat to an old woman. I stood up so that she could have mine but she smiled at me and pointed at an even younger couple a few seats away. They were making out, completely oblivious to everyone around them with the girl sitting in the boy's lap. Vessa sat in my lap as though she were competing with the other teen girl.

There were people all around us which made Vessa tuck her head shyly into my shoulder, put her arms around me, and curl up in my lap. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of intense devotion and over-protection and was prepared to stay this way the whole night.

At the next stop, when more people came on, she used the commotion to adjust herself so that her the plug was right over my dick. She pulled her dress ever so slightly so that her bare ass was exposed to my crotch through my pants but made sure that nobody could tell what she was doing.

We rode the subway this way for a while, bumping up and down, up and down and her occasional whimpers in my ear. Neither of us said a thing.

Eventually, we were at the end of the track and everyone got off but us. She looked me right in the eyes, looked around to make sure nobody was looking and unzipped my pants. She had to stand up to pull all of my swollen cock out through the zip in my pants which made her laugh and I realized that she had soaked my pants through with her juices once again.

The speaker announced that the train would be leaving again soon to back the way it came and we could hear running footsteps approaching our car.

Quickly, she took my fat cock and put herself over my lap and allowed me to slide as slowly into her as time would allow. When I was fully inside her, her eyes rolled back into her head and she curled back into me the way she was before.

Two people then three more got into the car and sat down and I'm sure that all of them assumed we were just two innocent and sleeping lovebirds that had missed their stop.

When the train picked up speed, the up and down movement and the gentle vibrations made Vessa slowly grind her pussy and ass into my lap. By now there was a steady flow of wet liquid coming from her pussy, dutifully coating my growing erection in her body.

The train accumulated more and more people, some would come, some would go but we kept sitting there pretending to be sleeping and not constantly fucking. At the time I wasn't regretting the fact that I wore light pants, I was just concentrating on keeping my arms wrapped around the woman I loved so much.

I don't think either of us came during our ride because we both knew that I couldn't pull out of her without scarring the little kids on the train. It was difficult because I wanted to just cum in her pussy each time we stopped abruptly. So did she.

We went back over the bridge, and into Manhattan and eventually, we fucked our way to our hotel stop but we couldn't get off there because too many people were on our side of the car. We would have to wait another two stops before we could safely leave without flashing my engorged member to the world.

But when we did get to this stop, there were only two people left at the far end of the train car.

I knew it would take about two minutes to reach the next stop so I whispered into her ear, "Ready?"

Her head was still dug into my shoulder but I could feel her head nodding.

She quietly ground harder and harder into my crotch and gripped me around the shoulders to hold me tighter. In turn, I slid my hands underneath her dress and gripped her plump ass desperately with both of my hands. The train went faster and faster and I took the liberty of shoving the buttplug deeper into her ass until she emitted a sharp squeal to let me know I was pushing it too far in.

A few seconds later, she spasmed and started her gentle convulsions and let her pussyjuice come all over me. I took this as my cue to fill her belly with cum. It was only a few minutes, but I felt like I let loose a torrent of cum as it wouldn't stop pouring into her. The whole time she purred into my neck and gave me soft nibbles.

Then the train stopped and she got off my dick which made a soft slurp as it exited her. She tried putting my dick back into my pants but it hurt so I had to do it. The doors were closing but we just managed to get out.

She leaned on me as we walked because she was limping heavily. I held her up with an arm around her waist.

As we walked through the uncharacteristically deserted New York streets, we stopped at a street crossing with not a soul around and I looked down at Vessa. Just then I saw a drop of something fall to the ground. It was some of my cum.

I laughed and pointed at it on the ground which made her smile. She looked down and used her hand to gather all the cum that was dripping down her leg which she greedily put in her mouth. She licked every one of her fingers individually while looking right at me.

"Good girl," I said. "You've earned some rest."

"But not after I finish the rest of the rest of what you didn't eat. All that fun's made me hungry again..."

"Okay, love."

"Love?"

"The day's over. You've kept your promise."

She pushed herself into my body and said, "But I liked being your pet."

"Careful. If that's the way you feel, I'm going to make you eat more before going to sleep."

"Okay!"

"Then I'm going to fuck you – properly this time."

"Thank you so much, master."

I couldn't wait for her belly to get bigger and she knew it. Both of us were attracted to the idea of her getting pregnant but I had no idea she wanted to get big so quickly. I think the past couple days really turned her on even more and now I could tell that both of us wanted nothing more than to make the next three months magically pass by.

As it turned out, we didn't have to wait that long.

"That shirt doesn't fit you anymore babe."

I was watching Vessa change this morning. She had an early operation scheduled today.

"Hmm?"

I yawned. "That shirt's too small."

"You think?" She looked down and smoothed her hand over her belly.

"Yeah. It's stretching across your back. Turn to the side."

She hopped to the left, clicked her feet together with a tired smile and gave a salute to nothing in front of her.

"Yup too small. You know, you grew a lot this week."

"Really?" She looked proud.

Only four weeks had passed and she took my request very seriously. Lately my wife has been doing little else other than eating more and exercising more. It made her rounder in all the best places.

"Let me measure you."

She walked over to the edge of the bed and I grabbed the measuring tape from the drawer. She put her hands on my shoulders and I could see how tight the shirt was across her tummy. I could see skin poking through the holes.

"They let you work with your shirt like this," I asked.

"They did last week. Besides, I don't have anything else."

I unbuttoned her blouse. It wasn't easy.

"Can you suck in?"

"I am."

This made me laugh. "Why?"

"To make the shirt fit!"

"That's not a good idea honey. Relax your belly for me."

The next thing I knew, a button smashed into my forehead. It actually hurt. The blouse ripped right open all the way up to the button below her breasts.

"Really?"

"Really what," she asked.

"How long have you been sucking in like that?"

"I dunno. Couple weeks?"

"What?! Why?"

"It became a habit I guess. I've been growing a lot lately."

"I can see that. Why have you been hiding it from me? You know how much I wanted to see you grow..."

"I know. I know..."

She turned her head away from me and looked down. A long while went by.

"Are you going to measure me? I need to get going."

I put the tape around her belly. What the hell?!... It almost didn't fit all the way around.

"You're 95 cm! You were only 78 last week!..."

"I was sucking in then."

"Do you know how unhealthy that is? Tell me why you've been hiding this from me."

She wouldn't make eye contact.

"You still haven't seen your OBG/YN. Is that it?"

She nodded.

"I can't believe this Vessa. You're a brilliant surgeon. I get that. But you need to have a second opinion"

"I'm sorry."

"When is your shift over today?"

"Three. Why?"

"I'm going to drive you to Dr. Christiansen."

"Everything is perfectly normal, baby. I promise!"

"I don't care. You have to get looked at. Now get going."

She went back into the bathroom to fix her hair into a bun. As I watched, I could see her start to suck her belly back in. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it. I also noticed that her shirt wasn't just tight around her belly; it was getting tight across her chest too. She had buttoned it up to her neck, all the way over her breasts today which was unusual as she liked to show off her ample cleavage even at work. I thought this was strange.

"You're sucking in again babe."

"Sorry!"

Her belly bulged out again.

When she was done, she came back into the bedroom.

"Okay. I guess I'll see you at three." She started leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek. She didn't quite make it all the way; her tummy was too big. I looked up at her and smiled at her frustrated face.

"I can't make it," she said.

"Good." I stood up and put my hand on her belly and gave her a long kiss. "You look so good like this. I can't believe you hid it from me because you didn't want to see your doctor."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay but you need to get rid of that habit. See? You're already doing it again."

Her tummy pushed out a bit and she turned around to go out of the bedroom.

"Baby," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Forgetting something?"

She looked confused. "What?"

"Your shirt's out. You can't go to work like that."

"Oh geez! You're right."

"Do you have a sweater?"

"Yeah."

She rummaged through her closet and came out wearing a bright yellow v-neck sweater. I don't know how she pulled it over her belly. I could see the color tones of her skin through the fabric.

"That one looks a bit tight on you I'm afraid."

"Really? It's the biggest one I have... Think we can go shopping after the doctor?"

I laughed. "Sure thing babe."

I made progress on my novel despite spending the day fantasizing about my wife but when 2:30 rolled around, I was already on my way to her hospital.

I went inside and was walking up to her office to wait for her. On the way inside, I was greeted by the receptionist.

"Congratulations!"

"Hmm?"

"Congrats on the baby! Vessa told everyone she is expecting today."

"Oh, you only just found out?"

"Mhm. She finally decided to tell everyone. Probably because she can't hide it anymore. She must have grown overnight!"

"Well thanks. We're just going over for a doctor visit today actually. I'm just going to wait for her in her office if that's alright.

"Fine by me!"

"Alright then. Thanks again."

I couldn't believe it. Why was she hiding her pregnancy. It's not like she could keep it a secret much longer...

I was in her office only for about five minutes before she came inside. She looked tired but happy to see me.

"Long day?" I said.

"Yeah."

Her hair was disheveled but she looked good like that. For some reason her white coat was buttoned all the way up too.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. I'm all set. Surgery finished right on time for a change. Let's go."

As she took off her coat, I could see why she buttoned it. Her tits had burst right through the top buttons leaving a valley of cleavage for me to see. Luckily, for decency's sake, her sweater still kept her at least somewhat modest.

"The rest of your shirt went, I see."

"Yeah but not all of it."

"Oh?"

"The two buttons under my tits are still there hanging on for dear life."

"Can I see?"

She lifted up her sweater to show me the smooth belly underneath. I was still amazed at how much bigger it was now that she stopped sucking it all in. Sure enough, I could see a button right above the swell of her stomach as it was stretched to it's last straw. Just then it popped off.

"Oops. Sorry, didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay. I'm going to have to put on new buttons anyway. Is the other one still there?"

"I don't know. Your tits are too big for me to see."

"Can you check for me?"

She lifted her breasts which was easy since she wasn't wearing a bra (no doubt she couldn't find one that fit). I could see the last remaining button there holding everything together.

"Yep it's there. But it's a good thing you have that sweater on."


"You're right about that!" She giggled then asked me, "Do you think I can leave my office like this?"

"Probably not. I know you like to keep the kittens on display but I doubt the hospital director would appreciate you walking around showing so much of them."

"Would you do me a favor then? I have a jacket in the closet by the reception desk. Could you get it for me?"

"Sure thing babe."

As soon as she zipped it up, we were off. Even the jacket was tight on her. I had to help her zip it all the way and her tits had obviously grown since she had bought it, not to mention her belly. I had to zip it all the way up to her neck.

Finally we reached Dr. Christiansen's office and sat down to wait. There were pregnant women all around, many of them quite beautiful in their own way. It made me wonder why I hadn't insisted on arranging an appointment earlier.

Next to me, Vessa groaned a bit.

"You okay?"

"The jacket's tight."

"Just a little while longer then you can take it off."


She leaned her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her shoulders.

Eventually we were called in by an older nurse and led to a room. She took all the usual information and asked us to wait after giving her congratulations.

Immediately she zipped off her jacket and let her belly pour out of it.

"My goodness that feels better."

"I have no idea how you kept sucking in your belly for so long. Or why. You look so good like this. Let me get a look at you."

I helped her take off her jacket and looked at her. She was gorgeous. She released her blond hair so it fell down to her shoulders and stood in front of me. She was proud of being pregnant. Vessa thrust out her belly by putting her hands behind her back and she just stood there with a sparkle in her big, beautiful eyes which indicated that she knew how beautiful she was. Her plump lips outlined her full mouth just below her adorable wiggly nose.

"She's going to need to see your belly. Should we take off your sweater?"

"No way! My shirt's busted! I'll lift up my sweater when I need to. You just want to see me without a shirt on."

"Damn right. Come on. She won't be in here for a few minutes yet. I want to give you a good fucking real quick."

"Right now?!"

I started unzipping her white skirt. How the hell did she fit into that too?...

"Wait. Let me suck. It's less messy."

She took a seat in a chair in the corner and pulled me over to her and slowly unzipped my pants, licking her lips as she did so.

Vessa flopped my cock out which was already hard and stuffed it into her eager mouth. Once it was in, she closed her eyes with contentedness and just rolled her tongue around what she could reach of my shaft. I heard a long, drawn out moan.

She took her time and slid along my shaft like she always did slowly, taking her time and giving the head a roll of the tongue every now and again. I looked into her hungry eyes which she never took off me so that she would know how much I needed her.

She sped up and sucked harder until I could hear her gagging a little each time she stuffed herself full of my dick.

I was about to come when she popped it out of her mouth and stood up.

"Help me onto the table."

"You're gonna make a mess."

"I don't care."

"Mmm, you were made to be bred."

"You have no idea..."

I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the examination bed.

"It's not high enough!" She said.

I looked around to see what else we could fuck on. Nothing but the floor.

When I looked down, she understood and got off the bed but I stopped her. I put her against the wall of the room and lifted her up and pushed her skirt up, sliding her down onto my cock. I put one arm on the wall to brace us and the other around her back. She put her arms around me and I bucked her up and down as she rode me with her legs gripped tight behind my ass.

"Thanks," I said between breaths. "I really needed to fuck."

"Me too."

I thrust two more times and she came. Luckily she didn't come as hard as usual and only a few drips of her juices escaped her pussy lips. Even so I could feel it wet my pants and drip onto the floor.

Then I heard heeled footsteps approaching the door.

"Quick baby! You need to come! She's almost here..."

"Not yet. A few more times!"

I kept thrusting and thrusting into my fertile wife.

"She's outside the door!"

"Don't care!"

"She's going to see us!"

"Good"

Then I released all the day's cum into her pussy. I humped a few more times to get it all out.

"Good boy. Now let me down. We need to clean the floor up."

When I let her off my cock, she squeezed her legs together almost reflexively. Then it suddenly occurred to me that she wasn't wearing panties today.

"There's a paper towel over there. Quickly! She's coming! I can't bend over right now..."

I sopped up the mess and dried off my pants then helped her back up onto the bed.

Just then, Dr. Christiansen knocked on the door and entered the room.

Dr. Lia Christiansen is my wife's classmate and actually a good professional friend of hers. She is brunette, and pretty but in a far more subdued way than Vessa with an average bust and smart eyes.

"My my. Look at you! How come you didn't tell me? Congratulations!" She leaned right in and patted Vessa's belly. "I was surprised to see your name on today's roster and now I can't believe my eyes! Fifteen weeks? Is that correct?"




Vessa Ch. 01



Vessa nodded eagerly. "We were trying to keep it a surprise from our friends. That's why I went to my other OBG/YN but after reconsidering, we decided to just forget the surprise and come back."

"Have you had a look inside?"

"Not yet. I didn't want to know the sex of the baby."

Lia turned to me. "And what about you? Have you seen the baby yet?"

"No." I decided to help my wife's lie along. "Vessa taught me how to recognize the sex of the baby in an ultrasound a while ago and I didn't want to know either."

"Alright then, no problem. I'll take a look for you. Why don't you lean back here."

Vessa reclined on the bed and I put a pillow behind her head. She held my hand tightly. I lifted the fabric of her sweater to expose her ripe belly.

Lia saw the torn shirt. "Growing too quickly?"

Vessa nodded. "We're going shopping after this."

Lia started rubbing gel onto Vessa's stomach. "I see. I also noticed your breasts have swollen as well." She put the wand to her stomach and an image appeared on the screen.

"Yeah, sorry. I seemed to outgrow it overnight..."

"Would you like to know why?"

"What do you mean," Vessa asked.

"You're having two babies."

"What?!" I yelled.

"Yup I see two big, healthy babies in here. That's why you got so big so quickly."

"Goodness," my wife said. She was always a bad actor. She probably already knew. "Twins?"

"Mhm. No wait! I see another! Three babies altogether. Let me double check that. One...two...three. Yup! Triplets!"

"Jesus..." I said.

"Want me to just tell you the sexes so you can look for yourself?"

Vessa looked at me and I nodded.

"Alright," she said.

"You're going to have three baby girls." Lia handed the wand over to Vessa.

Vessa looked at the screen and moved it around her swell. I saw three different figures on the screen as she moved it.

"Big girls from what I can tell. Have you been keeping measurements?"

"She was 95 this morning," I said.

"Make that 100. I think I grew some more today."

"Wow. You look good though. Really fit. Keeping in shape?"

"Yeah."

"That's good because from what I can tell, you are going to get big."

Just then, Vessa relaxed her legs a bit which until this point she kept tightly together. A big glob of my cum fell from her pussy onto the stool at the foot of the bed.

We all heard it. Vessa sat up as quick as she could to see what it was and whimpered a little when she realized what had come out of her.

Lia tried to hide her grin but failed miserably. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone for a few minutes. Take your time using the...sonogram."

"Thank you," was all I could say with a straight face.

After Lia left, Vessa looked at me with lustful eyes. "You remember what you said earlier?"

"About what?"

"About how I was born to breed?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

"Well, you were right. Take a good look," she slapped her hand on her belly. "Look what you've done to me. This is what happens when you fuck the women in my family. Many of us on my mother's side have multiples during pregnancy. And I'm growing as big as I can for you."

"How long have you known," I asked.

"A while now. I wanted to surprise you too. I wasn't expecting to grow so quickly so it backfired. Are you mad at me?" She pouted. I could never resist her pout.

"No, honey. I couldn't be more proud of you."

She kissed me.

"Now let's get you some clothes that fit."

"Wait."

"What?"

"She said we had a few minutes more. Do you wanna..."

"Wanna what?..." I was trying to be coy but failed.

"Do you wanna fuck your fertile wife?"

I pulled out my cock which she took in her hands. It wasn't hard but her touch always made blood pump into it quickly.

"What can I do to make you long and hard again for me?" She started rubbing her still gelled belly with my hand. "Do you want to suck on my tits?"

"Did you really grow five centimeters today?"

She nodded.

I kept rubbing and kissed her; she sucked on my tongue.

"So, what do you want me to do to..." She looked down. "Nevermind..."

She grinned and hopped down from the bed positioning herself against the wall.

She looked behind herself and said, "You'll have to fuck me this way. My belly is too fat to do it the other way again..."

"Fine by me."

I ripped her sweater off then tore the other button off her shirt. She wasn't too happy about that but there was nothing she could do about it right now. I her pinned.

I fucked her tiny pussy harder this time and I'm sure the entire office knew what we were doing. I didn't care. Even her tits seemed to have swollen since this morning...

When we left, we tried to make sure she wouldn't leak by wiping her clean and zipping her jacket as high as it could go. It didn't work and she left a huge glob of my sperm on the waiting room floor. All the waiting pregnant girls and some of their husbands must have seen it but we rushed out too quickly to see their reactions.

I made a mental note to buy her some panties. With what I just learned and the rate we were fucking, she was going to need them...

I stepped out of the airport gate and looked around until I saw my wife skipping on over to me. I had been in Chicago arranging my next writing gig and then made a stop into NYC to turn in the first draft of my manuscript. It had been a long week...

I rushed over to Vessa; I couldn't wait to surprise her with the tickets I had just bought.

"You're all out of hops, little bunny," I said.

She gave me a deep kiss and said, "Hey, buster, I'm a big bunny! See?"

She stepped back to let me look at her.

It had been another four weeks since we first went to see Lia and a week since I last saw my wife. Over the phone Vessa had told me that she would meet me at the airport because her surgery appointment had been canceled for the day.

And she was eager to show me her belly.

Although it was Autumn, I wasn't sure if she was aware how cold it was outside. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a white button-down which just barely covered her abdomen. I wasn't sure if she knew that the bottom button had come undone revealing a great swell of her belly. The only thing that she had on to keep her outfit modest was a very small blazer that managed to make her look at least somewhat appropriate, but only from the back.

"Aren't you freezing? It's cold outside!"

"No, I have this." She held up a black overcoat. "I've been really hot lately."

"I noticed."

She giggled and whispered, "Don't worry, I kept it on until I saw you." She looked down and said, "Do you like my skirt? I just bought it."

I nodded.

"Good," she continued, "Because I've no idea what it looks like on me. I can't actually see anything below these three girls anymore..." She drummed her belly for emphasis.

She was so full of baby. That's the first thing I noticed. I knew she was only nineteen weeks pregnant but she looked due. It had only been a week but I could tell she had grown since the last time I saw her.

"I ate a lot while you were gone. Can you tell?"

She twirled around for me with less grace than her less pregnant self could have handled but still graceful nonetheless.

Even so, I'm not sure she had gained an extra ounce of fat anywhere other than her belly...

"Where are you putting it all?"

"Into your babies, silly! I grew another five centimeters since you left. Here, feel."

She lifted the bottom of her top a bit to expose her belly, took my hand and slapped it on. She really was warm. I felt a kick.

Vessa looked up into my eyes and smiled contentedly. I really just wanted to plunge my tongue down her throat but then realized we were still at the gate. A couple about our age walked past us giving me a deadly glare most likely because I was giving my wife that look. The other man's wife just stared at Vessa then at Vessa's belly before turning around in disgust or jealousy, I couldn't tell which.

I hadn't been inside her for a week and I was starting to actually hurt. I needed to fuck.

But then I heard it: we didn't have much time.

I calmed myself as I tried to button Vessa's blazer. I only managed to close two buttons in between her belly and her tits before I gave up. She only made it worse by raising her eyebrow and flashing me a devilish grin while I tried to cover her up. She kept her hands on her womanly hips to taunt me.

"You really don't like wearing clothes that fit, do you?"

"Not anymore, especially when I'm around you," she kept taunting me.

"But we have to go! We're gonna be late."

"Late for what?"

I handed her the tickets and her jaw dropped. Then she looked at the departure board. It read:

OSLO to RIO DE JANEIRO: DEPARTING

"You want to go to Rio?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Now?"

"Yup."

"But I didn't pack anything!"

"It's alright. It's warm there, you won't need anything. Besides, you just said how hot you've been and anyway, I probably won't let you put anything on the whole time we're there."

She nudged my arm and grinned.

"Can I board like this?"

"Do you want to find out?"

She nodded vigorously.

I took her coat and put it around her shoulders. We both fastened it as far up as it would go and as quickly as possible. Damn, even her coat was short: it covered her torso from the front but left the underside of her burgeoning belly exposed. Not only that, I even had a hard time buttoning it up over her tits too.

I ran over and grabbed my luggage which was just now rotating around on the pick-up carousel and we hustled as fast as we could go over to our next gate. Had she not been pregnant, we would have made it by now but growing three new people at once has its downsides. By the time we sprinted to the gate, I half expected her to be short of breath but she wasn't; must have been all that extra exercise she was doing.

They were just about to close the ramp when we arrived. Luckily the concierge saw us and let us pass through security real quick before they closed the ramp down.

I helped my wife sit down at our window seats in first class. I knew she would need larger room in this section but was pleasantly surprised to find how huge the seats were: they were twice as big as I was. She looked comfortable and natural with her big belly sitting in her lap and she smiled up at me, patting the seat next to her. I sat down and lowered the armrest so we could cuddle on our trip over.

It's a red-eye flight so I was hoping there wouldn't be many people in our section but as luck would have it, the whole damn plane was packed, even in our section.

"Oof! It was a really bad idea to wear all of this," Vessa said.

"It's your own fault you know. For being such a show-off..."

"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?"

I chuckled and looked over at her; it's so adorable to watch her squirm helplessly in her seat.

"It's just you. Need some help taking off a couple layers darling?"

"Yes please."

I tried to be as discrete as possible while removing my wife's clothing but I unfortunately drew the attention of one of the stewardesses.

She greeted us warmly in English, "Welcome aboard! Can I help you with anything?"

Vessa grinned with all her charm and said, "Oh, no thanks, we're okay."

"Alright then but I have to remind you that seatbelts are currently required as we will be taking off soon."

"Of course. I'll put it on just as soon as I remove my jacket."

I had finally gotten my wife's coat off revealing the jacket underneath which held on for dear life but just barely.

The stewardesses' eyes widened, "Please take your time. No need to strain yourself."

My wife nodded as the woman began to walk away. I only caught a glimpse of the her but I could tell she was put together really well. She paused and came back like she had forgotten to mention something.

She was a gorgeous Brazilian woman with auburn skin, full lips and long brown hair. While she was lacking for tits, her face made up for it and she had an amazing ass. I'd have said she would easily be a 9 but with my wife in the room she was of course only a 7 and that would have been before I knocked her up.

The stewardess looked curious and asked my wife: "Pardon me but should you really be flying in your advanced condition?"

"Oh it's okay, I've months to go."

"You do? How far along are you?"

"About five months."

"You're kidding!"

"Triplets," she said with a grin.

Just then, a button on Vessa's blouse came undone from moving around in her seat so much and the pressure of her belly, revealing a bit of skin.

Vessa blushed and said, "They just won't stop growing..."

The woman blushed as well and said, "Well congratulations! You wear it really well."

"Thank you. You're very kind."

"You're welcome. Now if you need anything at all, just let me know. My name is Alex."

"Thank you Alex. Will do."

And with that, Alex walked back to the front of the section.

I took Vessa's jacket off and put it in my carry-on suitcase along with her coat.

If she didn't look uncomfortable before, she sure did now. To cool down she put her long blonde hair into a pony tail and I could see was her belly sitting in her lap. No wonder the flight attendant was worried. She looked like she was a month away from delivering on the flight. Her top was stretched across her body and her skirt rode up to mid-thigh.

"Phew. I'm still too hot..."

"Sorry babe. It hurts to say it but you should probably keep your shirt on. I don't think they'll let you fly without it..."

"I do have something on underneath. I forgot I had it on – that's why I'm so warm. But I'm not sure if it'll work."

"What is it?"

"Is there anyone in the bathroom?"

I looked over my shoulder. "The sign says vacant."

"I'm going to take it off in there. Come back in a couple minutes to tell me if it'll be enough."

She snuck past me and past a few already sleeping passengers in the aisle. I turned to watch her sway her ass in that tight skirt as she walked into the restroom.

I looked around a minute later to see if anyone was watching me before I got up to follow her into the restroom. Luckily, nobody was paying me too much heed so I knocked on the door. It opened and immediately Vessa yanked me into the bathroom. Just out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex watching us right when the door closed.

The restroom was of course tiny but was larger than I expected and we could both fit inside though not comfortably. She had managed to remove her blouse.

"What do you think? Too much?"

All she had on now was a long sleeve half T-shirt and her skirt.

"Not enough I'd say..."

She pouted, "It's so comfortable though. My belly's cool and my arms are warm!"

"That's because there's nothing on your belly!"

The white shirt exposed her belly to the world and managed to fully cover her large, tender breasts and her toned arms. But all it did was cover her bra. I could see her smooth, fit back all the way to the two lovely dimples sitting right above her ass.

"We don't have much time. So are you going to fuck me or what?" She started spinning around, showcasing herself to me.

Two spins was all it took.

When she was facing away from me, I stopped her and made her face the wall, leaning over the toilet. By this point, my dick was raging as I unzipped my pants. Lifting her up by her hips, I thrust her down onto my cock while she moved her thong to one side with the hand not on the wall. Vessa's legs wrapped around my body and nearly all her weight was on my throbbing cock. I put my hand on the wall to brace us and used the other to press her back to my chest. She rubbed her clit with one hand held my side with the other.

Vessa was making soft noises with every firm push into her wet pussy so turned her lips to mine for a kiss. I'm amazed that we even managed to fuck in such a tiny room but I'm sure we were making a lot of noise from outside the bathroom. It's a good thing the people closest to it were alseep.

Though her pregnant belly made our mile-high adventure more cumbersome, it was still manageable and I got a nice view of my knocked-up wife in the mirror getting fucked.

I came and hard. I was first this time probably because I hadn't fucked in over a week. I only lasted about a minute but that's fine - she only lasted a minute ten. She gave a couple loud grunts and squirted all over the toilet.

There was a knock on the door.

It was Alex: "Are you okay in there?"

Vessa looked at me and almost burst into laughter. After a few seconds she said, "Yeah I'll be okay. It's Vessa...you know, the pregnant girl. But there's no need to worry."

"Did you go into labor?"

"No, really it's fine. I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay well I'll just get your husband for you."

"No!" said Vessa.

"She's fucking with us! She knows I'm in here" I whispered.

"No, really, I'm fine I think he's...sleeping no need to wake him. I'll be out in a minute."

"Alright then, I'll be out here if you need me."

As quick as we could, we arranged our clothes and tried to make the room smell less like sex. It was torture because Vessa couldn't move around so I had to do everything with her body between my arm and her smiling, coy face looking down at me. She gave me short pecks with her lips every time I bent down. She knew I was going to need to fuck again in about three minutes.

When I was done, we carefully opened the door as quietly as we could.

The curtain separating the cabin area from the bathroom area was still pulled closed so the coast looked clear and we shut the door.

Standing right behind it was Alex.

"Sleeping, eh?"

My wife and I doubled over in laughter (I say doubled over but with all that belly in the way, she didn't really make it too far) as silently as we could because we didn't want to wake anyone up.

We spoke in whispers.

"Sorry," I said. "Won't happen again."

"I needed help with my..."

Alex raised her skeptical eyebrows, "Your..."

"Nevermind. We'll just go back to our seats."

Alex pursed her lips and we parted the curtain.

Half of first class was looking right at us.

Vessa was about to have a giggle fit then noticed that she forgot to put her blouse back on. She was standing in the middle of the aisle with her naked and proud pregnant belly on full display to anyone who looked. Her miniskirt advertised her round, perfect ass and her half shirt covered her ripe, immodest breasts (her tits are so perfect and full that it's impossible to consider her them as even remotely modest). Two wet circles were right over her erect nipples: her breasts were leaking.

We hurried back to our seats and laughed quietly for five minutes straight.



Vessa Ch. 02



We decided to play it cool for the rest of the flight. Vessa laughed it off but I could tell she was very embarrassed about our restroom escapades being made public knowledge. She hid in my shoulder almost the entire flight and tried to sleep. Though she was pretty restless, she managed to sleep for the rest of the flight.

I woke up when the seat-belt announcements were made but my wife was still fast asleep. She looks so lovely when sleeping so I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I fastened her seat-belt for her with some difficulty but managed to not wake her. In fact, only after nearly everyone was off the plane did she even wake up.

Alex was combing the plane and came over to us.

"I apologize for disturbing you two earlier. I didn't intend to embarrass either of you."

"Oh, no worries," I said.

"You were drawing quite a lot of attention with the noise you were making in there."

"Really? I thought we quieter than mice in there."

She shook her head and looked at Vessa. She couldn't get out of the seat without help and was looking at me with the cutest pitiful expression. I took her hands and pulled her up.

"Thanks."

"I take it you two are here on vacation?"

I nodded. "Sort of a surprise trip really. And a celebration."

"Oh? Anniversary?"

Vessa and I shared a knowing grin.

"Not really, just a celebration."

"Anything planned?"

"That's a good question. Anything planned Honey?" My wife thought she was being clever.

"Gonna wing it."

"Oh you can't do that! You need a plan. Trust me. I go to a new country every day but I never have a chance to step out of the hotel. It's a waste if you don't take advantage of all the different things a new place has to offer."

"You must be an aspiring travel agent," I said with a grin.

"No, I just hate to see a vacation go to waste."

"Alright then, what do you suggest?"

"How long are you here for?"

"Two weeks." I said.

"Oh that's plenty of time. You can see most of the good stuff then. If you don't mind walking that is..."

Vessa grinned, stroked her stomach and said, "Don't be fooled by the tummy. I still run a seven-minute mile..."

"Great! Let me get you a brochure."

Alex went back into the kitchen area of the section and came back with a small pamphlet.

"I've circled all of the best locations on the back."

"Thanks."

"But I've got to tell you, I'm still finding new places all the time."

"Oh, you were born here," my wife asked.

"No, about an hour away but I moved here some years ago."

She stopped to think for a second and took our brochure back, then said, "Tell you what, my next shift isn't for a few days. How about I show you two around the city until then?"

Somewhat surprised, I looked at Vessa but before I could say anything she exclaimed, "Sounds great!"

Which surprised me even more...

We left the plane with our new tour guide and she gave us her info so we could meet back up in a few hours. I grabbed our luggage and we found a hotel.

"Strange turn of events, wouldn't you say?"

"You should be more open to meeting new people. Besides, I think she read us like a book," Vessa said.

"How do you mean?"

"Whenever we go on vacation, we always end up spending so much of it in the hotel."

"Yeah and you know why..."

"But when these three girls come, we won't be able to afford the time to travel for a while..."

I have to admit, it was a good point.

"I suppose you're right."

She walked right up to me, snuggled into my body and whispered, "Always am."

Then I realized something. "How were you able to come on this trip in the first place? You don't have anything scheduled for next week? No surgeries?"

"I had to cancel them."

"You did?! Why?"

"I'm too big! My belly's in the way all the time now while I'm operating. They wanted me to go to general care but I decided to take another opportunity instead."

"What opportunity?"

"Remember that woman we met at my conference a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah."

"She invited me to participate in a cardiovascular research project and I accepted. I took my early maternity leave from the hospital just yesterday."

"That's wonderful babe! When does it start?"

"Three weeks."

"That's great news Honey. Congratulations."

"Thanks!"

I gave her a hug and then she reminded me that we had to buy her some things before we met Alex. We left the hotel and went shopping for all the stuff Vessa needed and then went searching for some clothing stores.

We found one that Vessa liked: a little red dress with a low neckline. Like everything new that she buys these days, it hugs her body pretty desperately but this one ended right above her knees which actually made it a somewhat more modest dress than the usual as strange as that might sound. But like usual, I'm never one to complain as long as it shows off her heavy rack and stuffed belly quite nicely.

We met Alex at a restaurant not far away who was already there waiting for us. I don't think either one of us recognized her however...

Alex's dress was a two-piece that only showed a sliver of her tight abs but left almost nothing to the imagination. It was all white and clung to her chest and ample ass as much as it could. The striking thing is how short it was. When she sat down, I'd be surprised if it didn't show off her panties to everyone around her. Must be a Brazilian thing...

When she greeted us, she kissed us each on the cheek which was strange to us being from Norway but welcome. She didn't remind me at all of the girl we met on the plane.

Out of courtesy to Vessa, she didn't drink anything just like both of us which I thought was a kind gesture. Mostly we talked about Rio and Brazil and what Alex likes to do on her days off.

"Are you two hikers," she asked.

"Of course. You have to hike in Norway. There's so much to see," Vessa said.

"Same here. I just went on my favorite trail a week ago actually."

"Oh? How was it?"

"Beautiful. You can see the entire city from up there. And the mountains. I might go again soon. Just talking about it makes me want to. Do you see up there?" Alex pointed to the top of a small mountain in the distance.

Vessa nodded.

"It takes you up there and quite a ways further. It's a long hike but it's worth it."

Then Vessa turned to me and gave me a look. I knew that look and she wasn't going to get what she wanted. Not this time...

"Don't even think of it, you," I said.

"Think of what," Vessa asked.

"You know what. And no, we're not going on that hike."

"Why not?"

"Because it'll put you into labor!"

"Oh Honey, don't be silly. These babies aren't going anywhere. Trust me. I think we should go."

"Alex. Can you talk some sense into her please? How difficult is the hike?"

"Um well it is a class three hike. But I'm not really an authority on things like - "

"Class three is so easy!"

"If your belly is too big for you to perform surgery, it's too big for you to hold onto rocks."

"Oh you're no fun. Come on Alex, help me out here. Am I too big to hike?"

Alex gave my wife a good analysis.

"I think you should do what you want to do," she said.

"Then it's settled. We're going tomorrow."

"No. You're in no shape to go."

"That's nonsense. All I do is exercise. Sure I've tacked on a minute to my mile but believe it or not, my heart rate has gone down. I'm in better shape than I've ever been in. The only difference is that now I'm carrying three of your baby girls inside me."

At this point I knew she wasn't going to let up.

"Besides, you'll be there to protect me."

And with that card on the table, she practically forced me to go. I pretended to give it a good long think then said, "Fine. But I go first, you use ropes whenever I say you do and if I think you can't go any further, we turn back."

"Deal! Can you come with us Alex?" asked my wife.

"Probably. I think we could have a lot of fun tomorrow."

"Wonderful! Maybe you can tell us where we can find some gear too."

"Sure, there's lots of places though I don't know if any of them sell, you know, maternity gear."

"That's alright. I'll make due."

"When are you - due that is? Are you really only a few months?"

Vessa nodded eagerly.

"Wow. It's really amazing how big you are. I hope you don't mind me saying that."

"No, no. I take that as a compliment."

"Can I feel your belly?"

Vessa took Alex's hand and rubbed it over her belly.

"Oh my. They're kicking!"

"They're always kicking. Especially after a meal."

"That's amazing. I've never felt that before. What's it like? Being pregnant..."

"Well it's different for every woman but personally, I love it. In fact, I think we'll have more as soon as I'm done baking these three," she said with a smile.

The waiter came over with the check and when he did, Alex took her hand back like she was embarrassed. I paid the check and he left.

Alex looked nervous. She said, "Please excuse me. I'm going to run to the restroom before we leave."

"What's gotten into her?" I asked.

"You haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"She's been giving me the eye since we met. And you."

"Is that so?"

"I think she wants us pretty bad. I bet you she just ran in there to give herself a good rub."

"You think she's got a thing for pregnant women?"

"After the way she just rubbed me, I know she does. Besides, I think she's really sexy. Don't you?"

Sure enough, Vessa was right. The three of us took a cab to our hotel and the entire way, the two of them were making out like they were sixteen years old. Not even the cabbie said anything. Probably got off on it like I did.

When we got to the hotel, Alex took Vessa's hand and led her through the lobby and I led them to our room. Shoes came off, panties were thrown and hair came down. I watched as Alex crawled onto the bed and sat up against the headboard. I saw just how big her ass was as she crawled and got a great view of her puckered asshole.

Alex beckoned Vessa over to her. Now's when the real show started. I decided to take a seat in a chair by the corner to watch. Vessa crawled ever so slowly on the bed on her hands and knees to where Alex was sitting. She crawled right up to her, straddling her body along the way and stopped when her hanging belly fell into Alex's lap. They kissed hungrily, and with need for a few minutes. Then Alex pulled on one of Vessa's nipples through her dress.

They stopped and began undressing Vessa. Vessa just sat there on her knees and enjoyed being unwrapped by Alex like some pregnant Christmas present. Alex did it slowly, stroking her legs as she pulled the fabric up and kept rubbing her body all the way up until the dress was over Vessa's head. They kissed while Alex was groping my wife until she felt one of her breasts over her bra.

Alex looked at Vessa and said, "You're lactating?"

I looked at the bra which had a small wet stain on it and Vessa nodded.

"Can I have some?"

Vessa smiled devilishly and pushed Alex on to her back. She slowly unclasped her bra and wiggled while taking it off. Her breasts bounced happily when they came free of their confines and Alex's mouth drooled.

Vessa crawled again over Alex's body until their bellies touched and their breasts mashed together. She gave the stewardess a kiss then crawled a bit further until one of her tits was hanging over and eager mouth. It was amazing to watch the Brazilian beauty suckle desperately yet tenderly from my wife's full tits. Her head moved forward with each suck and she rubbed the pregnant woman's clit with her free hands. She stayed on one nipple for a while and I watched a smile form on Vessa's face. She put a hand to the girl's head and said, "That one's been empty for a while, baby."

"I know," replied Alex.

"Give the other one a try."

"I don't think I can. One was too much. I'm really full now."

"But I need you to finish me off. It hurts so bad. I need your lips, baby."

"But it's so much. I don't think I can handle having any more."

"Please..."

She said that word with so much longing that Alex looked deeply at Vessa and took the other breast in her mouth. She sucked away but now they locked eyes the whole time. Alex moved her hands away from Vessa's clit and instead started rubbing her body. Vessa gave her a bottle of oil from a table nearby to put on her hands.

So Alex sucked and sucked and sucked on my wife's hanging breast all the while rubbing her down with slick oil until any skin Alex could reach with her hands was absolutely covered with it. Eventually, Alex's mouth popped off the tit and she breathed deep as though she were coming up for air.

"Good girl. That feels much better."

"I'm so full. My dress feels tight."

"I make lots and lots of milk," my wife said with a smile.

Alex smiled then looked down at Vessa's exposed and un-oiled belly. She began to rub oil all over it with a mesmerized look on her face. Vessa just rested on the headboard and enjoyed the feeling and attention.

"It's amazing. There's no stretch marks anywhere."

Vessa looked at me. "He rubs me down every night."

"Here too?" Alex groped a breast.

"Everywhere you can imagine."

"Mmmm..."

When Alex had her fill of my wife's body, Vessa pulled her up and started peeling off the white dress.

"Now it's my turn to eat you, my darling."

When she said that, Alex whimpered and her beautiful eyes told me everything I needed to know.

She squealed as Vessa went down on her, her perfect ass in the air, belly hanging down to the bed.

Every now and then Alex would give off a cute "Hnnngg," and writhed constantly on the bed, gripping bedsheets, pillows, anything in reach. I have no idea how long my wife sucked on that pussy but she was good on me with her tongue and always knew how to prolong a good cumming.

Suddenly, Alex pushed against Vessa's head to stop her and sat up in bed. She looked confused at the stewardess and went over to her. Alex whispered something into her ear then they both looked at me.

That was my cue.

By the time I was by the bed, I had stripped off my shirt and stood next to Alex. Alex looked up in my eyes and then down at my pants. Slowly, she unzipped me and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. Inside my underwear was a hog just waiting to get out. Her eyes went wide and just stared at it not even bothering to look up at me. She stroked it over the material of the underwear and reached in through the front to pull it out but as much as she tried, she couldn't because it was fully erect. Instead, she licked her lips. She was frustrated and started yanking my underwear down like an impatient teen. After a few amusing tugs, I decided to help her and stripped off everything but my socks. Before I could take them off she was pulling me to the bed. She got on her hands and knees and rubbed her pussy.

"Be inside me," she said.

I looked at Vessa; we were both confused. I think we both expected her to suck me dry, not this. I wasn't sure how my wife was going to feel about me properly fucking another woman.

I waited to let her decide because there was no way I was going to let something like fucking another woman come between us. I could tell she was really conflicted about it but then Alex started begging.

"Please... I need that cock. Please let me have it..."

Vessa melted at this and nodded her head at me.

The problem was we didn't have any condoms. Haven't needed any for a while now so I mouthed to Vessa: No condoms! and her eyes went wide.

Vessa stroked Alex's hair and said, "We have no condoms for you baby."

Alex was getting irritated. I had no idea women got blue balls...

"If you won't fuck me without a condom, there's one in my purse! Hurry!"

Vessa grabbed a condom from the purse and pushed it down my shaft. It was a tight fit and didn't go far enough but I didn't wait any longer and I plunged it into the girl's cunt as hard as I could.

God it felt good. She was pretty tight and she let me know how good it felt for her by melting on the bed.

I pounded her hard and she managed pretty well to take a good fucking from me. She made soft noises each time I went all the way in and pushed back into me when I started to pull out. She really needed to get fucked.

I was pretty pent up from watching them for what was most likely a few hours on the bed and I'm sure she was ready to come. So I let her know:

"How are you doing baby. Are you ready for me?"

"Wait! No! Not yet!"

She pulled me out and turned around. It was ridiculous but she yanked the condom right off my cock and turned around again. She ground her pussy on my hips and whimpered again.

"When we come, I want you to be inside me."

"What?! Why?"

"I want you to impregnate me. I'm ovulating and I want to look like her!"

"You want to have my baby?!"

"Yes!"

I was stunned. Vessa was stunned. I had no idea what to do.

"Please..."

All I could do was look at my wife. Here I was fucking two women, one my pregnant wife and another literally begging to have my baby.

She sat up on the bed after I didn't do anything and said, "Please, give me a big, sexy belly..."

Vessa struggled but she got up to talk to me.

When Alex saw us whispering, she said, "Don't worry, I'm clean!"

There was no downside for me; I was never going to see the girl again and most likely she didn't want to see us again, so it all depended on Vessa. She told me she didn't want me to of course and we've never discussed this sort of thing before. It was hard to think, my cock had been rigid for so long now and Alex was putting a lot of pressure on us to hurry.

"Please, I just want to see myself grow like you and it's so hard to find someone when all you do is fly every day..." Alex said to Vessa.

I saw a different kind of pity wash over Vessa when Alex said that and she sighed silently, patted me on the back and nodded. She whispered, "Fill her up nice and full for me baby."

I plunged my still-hard shaft inside the girl's pussy and watched her melt into the bed again. I held my cock inside her pussy for a good few seconds in between thrusts and she spoke after each pounding into the sheets: "It's...throbbing...so...much..."

I wanted to make the most of this moment so I pulled the girl's torso up to mine, turned her around to face me and thrust her down onto my cock as hard as I could. She kissed me as I supported her from her award-winning ass and I pulled her body into me.

Vessa started massaging my balls and whispering softly to me, "That's it Honey. Do a good job. Get her nice and pregnant, just like me. Put all your baby batter right inside that mean old empty belly for her."

I didn't last long after that and I spurt buckets of cum into the girl's womb.

Shortly after, with both mine and my wife's juices sloshing around in the girl's belly, the poor girl passed out.

The next morning, Alex didn't say anything about what had happened other than that she promised not to abort if she were indeed pregnant. She didn't even mention that she wouldn't accompany us on our hike after all but of course that would have made for a wildly awkward day. After that, she gave us directions to the trail and a few hiking shops to buy gear from. I had expected her to change her mind of course and I was surprised to hear how committed Alex actually was. After we cooked her breakfast and a bit of awkward small talk, she left but I noticed there was a little more sex in her walk.

I knew that if I didn't confront the elephant in the room now, it was only going to get bigger later on so I decided to ask Vessa about what happened. "So...are you mad at me?"

She sighed and looked down at the ground for a while and said, "If anyone should be mad, it should be you. It's my fault for not spotting crazy in time and inviting her back here with us."




Vessa Ch. 02



That threw me for a loop.

"And if she's pregnant?"

"Then she's pregnant. Not much we can do about it now. Besides, I'm already growing three babies for you. Why not let her have some fun and make a little brother or sister for the girls? I can't be expected to do all your babymaking for you after all now can I?"

Well fuck me sideways. I did not see that coming.

I know to quit when I'm way ahead so I changed the subject as fast as possible and got us on the road looking for hiking shops.

When we found a good one, I was able to buy everything I needed pretty quickly but my wife had a few problems finding things that fit. Each item had a problem. Things that fit her chest or belly didn't fit her arms. Shorts that fit her ass were too small for her belly. I kept bringing her items for an hour until she had to eventually settle on a pair of incredibly short white, nylon booty shorts with a purple stripe down the side and a supportive sports bra over which she bought another half long-sleeve nylon tee, also white with a purple stripe. The shorts were so tight that I could see her lips but they were the only thing that even remotely fit her muscular legs, plump ass and womanly hips that didn't slip off her waist just underneath her belly (No shorts even came close to wrapping around stomach belly so she had to wear them under her belly swell. Apparently they don't make maternity hiking gear in Brazil).

I spent a long while scolding her about not buying something that covers her midsection as well but she just complained about always being too hot there anyway. Plus, it was hard enough finding something that fit her in the first place. Her measurements have always been a bit - uncommon and now they're doubly so due to her pregnancy. In fact, I had to help her stuff her tits into the nylon half tee in the fitting room and her tits needed so much material to cover them that there was only just enough shirt to cover her bra. Not only that, her hard nipples were always visible because of the how absurdly tight the nylon fabric clung to her tits.

While she was getting herself ready I secretly purchased a jacket for her in case she got cold. It was a little bigger than the coat she had so I knew it would fit her for the hike in case she needed it. I stuffed it into my new pack.

I bought the biggest pack I could find because I wasn't going to let her carry anything other than a hydration pack. We were only going to be gone for a day but it's better to be safe than sorry.

With all of that taken care of, we headed out and got a taxi to drive us to park where the trail begins. There were lots of other people there getting ready and I felt like they were all staring at Vessa as we walked up to the sign in. I couldn't blame them, she was quite a sight to see with her globe of a belly, plump tits and round ass jiggling with every boot step. She looked like she was trying to do her best impersonation of a blonde, pregnant tomb raider. Though my Vessa of course looked much better for a list of reasons too long to rattle off here.

I bought us a map, some more water and a cap sold at the souvenir shop to wear for the hike.

After that, we were on our way.

For the first couple hours, the trail was easy compared to an equivalent class three in Norway. Hardly a careful step was needed and I was making her take the trip much slower than we normally would go. She complained about this but I could tell she was grateful that I wasn't going fast. She has more of a sprinter's body and though she hikes better than almost anyone and though she bragged about her speed, she definitely has a harder time with longer distances these days.

About two hours in, we took a break to eat.

I brought lots of food since I knew she was going to want a lot to eat and indeed she did. Today she craved jerky for whatever reason and m&m's. Luckily we were able to buy in bulk before we set off. Vessa ate an entire one our packs of jerky and half a bulk bag of m&m's plus I think she drank half a gallon of water. I ate only a bit of granola. I knew she was going to eat a lot but I had no idea she was going to eat this much. So instead I decided to save most of what I was going to eat in case she wanted to have it later.

The strenuous work must have increased her appetite but I had taken that into account when I purchased our food. Maybe the babies were growing more today than usual.

After she was finished, she asked me to reapply her sunscreen which I happily agreed to. We were sitting on a large stone and I had her lay carefully back on it after taking off her water pack which I noticed was already almost empty. She looked so gorgeous laying there in the sun with her tits and belly sticking so far out from her body. I couldn't believe how big she had gotten. If I hadn't known better, I'd have said she as actually overdue. I guess the triplets just need a lot of room in there.

I took my time rubbing Vessa down with sunscreen cream all over until her body was slick and shiny with it. When I rubbed her legs I made sure to tickle her nub just a little so I could hear her giggle. We were off the trail and we hadn't seen many people around anyway.

After her legs, I smeared her warm belly which was still riding very high on her body despite its healthy size. It was smooth and firm and I felt strong kicks constantly from within and all over the expanse of her tummy.

"They're very active today," I said.

"That's because Mommy's very active today!"

From here I covered her face and neck considering her chest and arms were already covered with her long sleeve half tee. She giggled again when I covered her nose and I took a moment to kiss my wife.

After that, I just had to do her back so I had her sit up with her legs dangling off the rock and I went around on the other side of the rock to rub her back down. Seeing her sitting there with her belly ballooned out and sitting in her lap, knees together made my day. I noticed when rubbing her back that it was really knotted and already tense from the day's walking so I took a few minutes to give her a back rub. I stroked the indented spot above her spine with my hand and kneaded her shoulders until she was nice and relaxed. After that, I went back to the other side of the rock, took her by the hips and helped her down. She kissed my cheek along the way and took the bottle from me, this time to rub me down.

She tried to bend down to put the lotion on my legs but was of course having a hard time doing so. It was cute to watch her though. I hopped up on the rock and she took some time applying the cream to me. As she did my legs, the cheeky girl rubbed me right up my shorts to my junk and gave my dick a nice stroke.

"Ooo, it's so hot in here," she said with a wink.

"That doesn't need sunscreen, you know."

"You never know, I could make you need it."

"Then I'd just block the sun from it with you."

She took her hand out of my shorts and said, "Mmm, you're so hot and sweaty. And you smell so good."

"Don't get me going, babe. I'll make you finish me if you start. It was hard enough getting those clothes on you in the first place and we have a long ways to go. If they even qualify as clothes, that is."

"Of course they do! All the normal spots are covered: my bum my boobs!"

"Barely. You're going to be all scratched by the end of the day."

"Then I'll just get you to rub me down with some lotion!"

"You're driving me crazy. What's gotten into you today?"

"I know what hasn't gotten in to me today and that's you. We should fix that."

"Jesus, pregnancy really messed with your hormones."

"You have no idea."

"Alright but we shouldn't have sex right here, we're too close to the trail. Let's keep going a ways and see if we can find somewhere better."

"Okay. But you owe me one for rubbing me down like that you know," she said. I could actually hear a desperate need in the way she said that.

We continued going despite my desire to stay for a while to take care of Vessa's needs so that we could keep some good time on the hike.

The trail became more difficult at this point since we were further from the base of the mountain. I was beginning to use my hands more often to keep my balance and kept looking back to watch Vessa's movements carefully.

We started the trail early in the morning and midday was creeping up fast on us. I couldn't see the sun due to the lush forest but we kept seeing people walking back down the trail coming the opposite way we were going which often happens when people can't make it all the way. Each time people passed us, I noticed them give Vessa a double-take, usually in as polite a manner as possible. It's not every day you see a sexy and very pregnant girl climb a mountain almost naked. One trio of young men in particular lingered for an uncomfortable amount of time staring up at my wife's ass before continuing on their way with perverted smiles. I was glad that she at least didn't notice their stares.

Finally we came to a wall that would not be so easy to climb. It was a straight vertical stone wall about twenty meters in height. I figured this wall was the single reason the trail was considered a class three hike because everything before it had been incredibly easy.

I could tell Vessa wanted to prove me wrong about her physique because she wasn't intimidated by the wall in the least. I didn't even bother asking whether or not she wanted to continue; I could tell by her radiant face that she was eager to go.

So I set to work putting on my harness and then helping Vessa on with hers. Then I began climbing up. I told her that I would climb all the way up first since I was heavier than her and wasn't going to take any chances. Though she was unhappy about being treated with so much chauvinism she didn't argue and found a rock to take a seat.

Luckily, it was an easy climb and only took a few minutes. I made sure the anchors were well placed and spaced close together and often. Even so the climb only took me about ten minutes.

At the top I took a look around and saw something I knew she would like. I climbed back down and gave each anchor a test with my full body weight.

Then at the bottom I gave Vessa a hand to start the climb. I gave her butt a strong squeeze when it was at my eye level which is when I noticed it: I could see the clear outline of a butt plug stuffed into her ass through the tight fabric of her shorts.

I gave it a push.

"Huunnggg! Don't do that! I'm climbing!"

"Sorry sweetheart. I couldn't help it. Have you had that in there the whole time?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I like how it feels. I've been keeping one inside more and more often now since New York."

"Where'd you get it?"

"I asked Alex and she gave me hers. She left it in our hotel room."

"You dirty girl. You wore that while hiking?"

"I cleaned it and yeah. How did you know I was wearing one?"

"It's real easy to see with how tight these shorts are Honey," I said.

"So I've been walking around all day letting everyone know that I've got a plug shoved up my pregnant ass?"

"Yup."

"Neat."

I watched her wiggle her ass as she climbed up the rock face. When she was high up enough I started to climb using newly placed anchors in the walls below her; if for whatever reason her anchors didn't hold, I wanted to be able to catch her. Plus I got a view of some great eyecandy.

She had some trouble finding handholds on the rocks. Because her belly stuck out so far in front of her, she had to contort her body in strange ways to compensate. It took her about twice as long as she normally would have gone but after struggling, she made it to the top. I watched her strong muscles leg flex and strain to carry her ever-increasing weight along the face of the wall. Even her toned arm muscle bulged visably through the sleeve fabric of her shirt with each grip on the wall.

I was about halfway up the wall when she reached the top which is when I felt a hand grab my ankle. Vessa, now kneeling on the edge of the wall screamed.

I looked down and saw the young trio climbing right behind me. One of them was trying to pull me down and the other two were climbing alongside me. I hadn't noticed them as I was pulling up gear behind me. They must have been really fast and really quiet. 

The one on my right caught up to me and said something in Spanish then yanked hard on my wrist.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled at him.

The one on my left, only about a head below me said in some very broken English, "We saw how much your pregnant whore likes getting fucked in the ass and so we're gonna fuck the shit out of her." They each punched or kicked me a couple times in the sides and back as though to confirm what they wanted from me.

I also felt another pull on my right ankle from the third guy below me so I put all my weight on my left foot which was on a very sturdy foothold. As I pulled it up, it happened to hit the leg of the guy to my right. He got angry after losing some of his balance but recovered and tried to pull my wrist again. I resisted and instead kicked as hard as I could into his side. He lost his grip and fell at least fifteen meters to the ground.

The other two looked down in shock and climbed faster.

I waited and gripped the rock with my arms, ready to pull myself up to give a kick at a moment's notice. The young man to my left went around me after he saw his friend writhe on the ground far below us. He started climbing over me to get at my ropes and the one below me kept reaching for my legs. I gave his hand a good kick and he lost his balance.

One of my ropes came loose. Then I saw Vessa begin climbing down to help me. She looked angry.

After I saw her begin climbing down, I decided to ignore the guy below me and climbed as fast as I could to reach the one above me who was also, of course, the one that Vessa was going to reach first.

I went as fast as I could but the two men were just as fast. When the one above me reached Vessa, he grabbed at her ankle but she dodged him and landed a kick right into his face.

He let go of the wall and fell right past me but, holding onto one of my anchored ropes and gripping some more rope with my legs, I managed to catch his wrist with my free hand as he fell. He immediately looked up at me and tried to grab some rock. I wasn't going to let him find a secure hold so I swung him out a bit and gave his head as hard a kick as I could. I knocked him out.

Below me the third guy was again pulling out my equipment from the wall that I had put in there and he tried pulling me down again.

I angled the limp man in my grip right over him and yelled, "I'll let go!"

I don't think he spoke English because he kept pulling. I was angry enough that I didn't feel like giving a second warning and let the man loose right at his friend. He dodged his friend who then fell to the ground, no doubt breaking at least one leg in to a writhing mass.

The last one remaining looked down and then up at me and Vessa. He swore something in Spanish and climbed down very quickly. Then he ran off, into the woods.

My heart was pounding. I took a moment to calm my nerves and asked Vessa, who was also stunned to just wait at the top of the small cliff.

They had actually made my gear easy to pull up behind me by taking it out of the wall so it was only a couple of minutes before I joined my wife.

At the top she grabbed my arm and pulled me as up as much as she could and began looking me over for injury.

Other than the few good kicks and punches they got in, I wasn't touched and after she was satisfied checking me over, I held her close to me and thanked her for helping me out.

She stepped back and I saw a few tears fall down her soft cheek. "What did they want," she asked.

"They wanted you, Baby! Couldn't you tell?"

"I don't know, they just said something that I couldn't hear then they just started attacking you!"

"It was just so crazy. What do we do now?"

"We keep going. We shouldn't let them stop us from enjoying ourselves."

"We should head back and just go to the hotel. What if they return?"

"I doubt we need to worry about that. You of all people should know that two of them didn't fall that far without suffering major injuries. And that other one probably ran to avoid trouble."

"Are they still there?"

We walked to the edge and peered carefully over to see.

There was no sign of any of them. Even the one I dropped was gone.

"Oh my god! What do we do?"

"It's alright. They're not going to come after us again," I said.

"But they're not there!"

"I know but we're both healthy and fit and two of them broke every bone in their bodies. They're not going to attack us again. Don't worry."

I of course had no idea what I was talking about and was amazed that the two on the ground were gone but I didn't think we should stick around that place so I picked up my pack, too my lovely wife's hand and started marching up the hill.

This time I didn't go slow.

We didn't talk for a while and mostly I pondered what to do. If they were uninjured enough to walk, they probably could attack us again but that was highly unlikely. I was amazed they attacked us on a hiking trail in the first place.

It took a while but after a few more hours we went past another few hiking couples and found one that spoke Englished and asked if there was a ranger somewhere nearby. They thought Vessa was going into labor due to her size but we assured them everything was okay and they naturally wanted to know what was wrong. I dodged their question and managed to get an answer from them. There was a pair of rangers at the top but only until nightfall at which point they descended via another faster but far more dangerous trail.

After finding out they wouldn't be there for much longer (we were going much slower than we had thought we were) we picked up the pace. I went at a normal pace, one that we would have traveled at had Vessa not been pregnant.

Vessa seemed to hide behind me whenever we met people on the trail now and was looking around constantly for those young me to pop out of nowhere.

She was getting very tired from the pace and in order to encourage her to go faster, I told her about a surprise up ahead. She probably didn't notice it while at the cliff due to everything that happened but it was nearly at the top of the mountain and not much further. I told her that once she was hungry to tell me and we'll break to eat.

Two steps later, Vessa stopped and I turned around. She was standing with her legs together, arms behind her back, and said, smiling shyly, "I'm hungry." It was a sight to be seen: her tight pussy lips on full display through her shorts, and between her thick thighs, and her tits and belly thrust forward enough to make her change her posture to accommodate their size without falling over.

I couldn't resist stopping but I knew that only a couple hundred meters ahead was the surprise.

"Can you go a little further," I asked.

"I don't know. I'm really, really tired. I really don't think I can make it back down tonight. Do you think we took the wrong trail?"

I hadn't even thought of that but she was probably right.

Hearing how exhausted she was convinced me that she needed a break but I wanted to show her the surprise and I knew up ahead would be the perfect place to stop so I picked her up in my arms and carried her the short distance left. She snuggled up into me and wrapped hers around my neck with a big smile on her face. She melted whenever I did things like this and I knew it would be a good way to break the tension and help her forget what had happened earlier.

The trail was flat and easy and I took big steps, being careful about not tripping over and dropping her and I carried her to a great waterfall roaring into a small pond which emptied over some rocks into a small stream.




Vessa Ch. 02



When she heard the fall she grew excited and kissed my cheek when she saw it. There were a few boulders lining the pond and not a soul in sight. When I let her down, she pulled me close to her and kissed me deeply.

"Just thought my warrior woman might want to take a dip."

"Thank you! I do! But first, let's feed the girls," she said with a wink.

I helped her sit up on a boulder and took off my pack.

"What would you like?"

"Do you have any more of that delicious jerky?"

"You and your jerky."

"And can I have the rest of those m&m's too? They were really scrumptious."

"If we didn't know by now that you were pregnant, your cravings sure would have given it away..."

"Shush, you!"

I took the requested foods from my pack and asked her, "How's your sunscreen?"

Immediately after I asked, she stood up, looked down into the water and splashed into it. She came out with a big smile and said, "All gone. Guess you'll just have to rub me down again."

I decided to play her game and looked in the general direction of the sun, "You know, I really don't think you'll need more. Sun's going down soon."

"Yeah but I think I heard once that the sun's the most dangerous when it goes down."

"And where did you hear that?"

"Oh I heard it somewhere. I think it was - " she dunked her head underwater and came back up with a grin.

"Sorry, didn't catch that."

"Come in and I'll tell you."

"And get all slimy? No thanks."

"Get all slimy with me. Besides I don't think I can really get out of her on my own."

I laughed and looked around. Since the sun was going down, I doubted that we were going to see any people for the next twelve hours so I stripped off all my clothes and jumped into the water. I swam into the middle of the pond and told challenged her to a race.

I had never once beaten her in a swimming contest despite my height and strength advantage and knew the only way I was ever going to win would be if she were pregnant. She always gave me that sexy skeptical look whenever I challenged her.

Sure enough, she swam over to me and said, "Whoever crosses the pond three times first gets to decide who eats the rest of the m&m's."

"Then the loser gets to decide who eats the last of the jerky."

"Deal."

"But you have to help me take off my clothes. It's no fair since you're naked. I won't be fast enough with them slowing me down."

"Maybe but I think it's something else you should be worried about slowing you down," I said and poked her belly.

She smiled and turned around so I could help her remove her clothes. It was hard enough to put them on in the fitting room earlier but removing them was far worse and to make it even worse, she kept giggling and refused to go to the side of the pond where it would be easier.

I started with her shirt. That was easy enough. She turned around to help me and lifted her arms, wrapping her legs around me though I lamented the fact that I couldn't shove my dick inside her at the moment. She probably knew that and was teasing me on purpose. I lifted it up under her arms and pulled with all my might until it was released from her tits which bounced and jiggled happily after I freed them from their confines. Then I pulled the rest of the shirt off her arms.

Her bra was easier. She turned around I just unzipped the front of it to let her breasts completely free.

"Mmm that feels so much better. The water feels so nice on them. Now, take off my shorts!"

Never one to refuse a request like that from a woman who looks like Vessa, I set to work trying to get her out of her shorts. I tried every which way. I tried holding her leg with one arm and pulling down, I tried wiggling one side down at a time, and I tried slipping them off with my hand inside her shorts. None of it worked. They just fit her hips and ass too well. The only way I could get them off while swimming in a bunch of water would be to flip upside down with my feet out of water and try to grip an underwater stone as she pushed against my foot and pushed.

So I went underwater, flipped upside down and grabbed a good stone with a sort of hand hold on it. I waited for her to push against my foot but nothing happened and then she started blowing me. I let her go for as long as I could hold my breath and only when I was just about to die did I come back up. She was laughing.

"How's it going down there?"

I was too busy gasping for air.

"I was wondering whether you'd come up for air or if I'd have to give you the kiss of life."

In between breaths I panted, "You're too much. I am going to give you such a hard fucking later, you have no idea."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes."

"Then get these pants off!"

"I was -"

She laughed again.

"Oh, nevermind," I said.

I tried the maneuver again and with a bit of patience it worked. Her ridiculous shorts came off and revealed the very cute panties she had on underneath, also bulging from the butt plug inside her.

I easily removed those and ever so slowly slid the plug out of her asshole.

"Mmmm," she purred. "I'm ready for you now. I've been preparing myself for your size all day."

I grabbed her ass with both of my hands and stuffed her mouth with my tongue.

"Not yet," I said, "Let's get you fed first. Only good girls get dessert."

"I'm a very good girl," she purred with a cute pout.

"We'll see."

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We went to the edge of the pond which was only about fifteen meters wide and counted down. Then we were off.

Just as expected, she was fast. The first lap was neck and neck between the two of us but on the second lap, I picked up speed. I put everything I had into that lap and touched the stone before her but only just barely. On the third lap, she somehow pushed off the stone hard enough to fling herself past me and kept herself below the water the entire way. I ducked under the water between breaths and saw her naked body, tits, belly and pussy and all waiting for me to get to her. When I came out of the water, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Beat ya! I call the m&m's!"

"How did you do that?"

"I'm not only very pregnant, I'm still very fast!"

"I noticed."

"Dinner time!"

I helped Vessa out of the pond and helped her sit on the edge of the rock. With her wet body sitting down and big, belly taking up her lap, I couldn't help but grow hard. Her magnificent tits sat pertly upon her ripening belly and when she saw me looking, she leaned back on her arms to let me have a look.

"Do you want to watch me get bigger for you? Do you want to feed me, baby?" she asked. 

I nodded silently. It was all that I could do in all honesty.

I had suddenly forgotten how hungry I was and grabbed the m&m's from the pack. I walked up so that I was standing between her spread legs while sitting on the rock and fed her individual pieces of candy. She made sure to kiss the tip of my fingers with each one and didn't do anything other than watch me with her knowing, seductive eyes the whole time. I rubbed her full yet hungry belly which was still nice and slick with water with my other hand.

The bag was empty faster than I was ready for it to be and I was having too much fun feeding my pregnant wife.

So I said, "You said loser gets to choose who eats to eat the jerky, right?"

"Yes," she pouted.

"Then I choose these three girls," I said, rubbing her belly, "You can't save any for yourself. You have to promise you're giving it all to them."

"Deal!" she said happily.

We did the same thing, only this time with the jerky. Only my Vessa could turn the act of eating jerky into a sexy activity but she somehow managed. She once again finished an entire pack of the stuff and still wanted more. The good news is that I purposely brought way more food than I knew we could eat in a day, three days really. The bad news is that I hadn't planned on her eating this much or the fact that we would be in the jungle for longer than a day.

I decided not to mention that little factoid and instead looked around my pack for some dried fruits.

She seemed to never get tired of me feeding her like this so I kept doing it. One hand gave her a new piece of orange, the other massaged her growing tummy. Every now and then she would break to drink some of our packed water and then it would be right back to me getting little kisses on my fingers with every bite. I loved every minute of it.

When she was nearly done with yet another entire pack of food, this time the dried fruits, I went to feed her another bite but she moved her head away and said, "Ungh I couldn't eat another bite."

"Phew, I thought I was going to have to go hunting for food..."

"I can fit so much more inside whenever you soothe my belly like that. It feels so good and settles me so quickly."

"Good. Now we can get to business!"

"What about you? Aren't you going to eat anything? You must be starving. I mean if I don't stop thinking about food in the next three minutes, I'll probably be hungry again myself."

"Well then, we need to keep you mind off it then, haven't we? Don't worry about me. Just lay down, close your eyes and relax while I give you another rubdown."

"Mmm, that sounds lovely."

She laid back on the stone and relaxed with the sun washing over her. While reaching in the pack for the lotion, I quietly tucked the fruit into it so that she would think I ate them.

Once again I had the pleasure of massaging my pregnant wife up and down. She kept her eyes closed while I started at her extremities and worked my way into her torso. Her face and neck I did first and gave her lips a surprise peck just to see them smile and her body writhe with excitement. Then I rubbed her arms and legs. By the time I got to her belly, she looked like she was ready to fuck. Her body was limp and she kept her hands over mine as I rubbed her down. I massaged her hips, her curvy sides, and her tight, shaved mound. The last thing I left were her tits. I had suddenly realized how little time I had had with her breasts over the past few days and noticed how big her areolae had gotten. They were at least five centimeters in diameter yet they were still so light. They were just so pink I wanted to suck on them so I did. With one breast I nibbled her enlarged nipple and the other I tickled her other areola. I had hardly touched them before milk started to spurt out of them.

Just then I got the idea that I should wait in case I needed to actually drink her milk to stay functional. I was hungry but felt like I could wait till morning to eat. The bad part was that I really wanted to suck on her tits but just touching them released her milk so I would have to wait.

She was unhappy when I stopped playing with her. I didn't want her to know about how desperate we were for food and my desperate plan so I just told her I was already full and would have to wait until morning.

After that, I finished rubbing lotion on her breasts, careful to make sure her milk stayed in and asked her to lay with her back to me. I put lotion on her backside and forgot about her buttplug. I was going to save that for later though and had her sit up. I told her to sit on a particularly hard bump in the rock with the plug right over it to get her excited while I massaged her back properly. I was going to need her nice and limber for what I was going to do to her.

When I was done, the sun was, ironically, just going down. I sat up on the rock for a few minutes and we watched it, hand in hand, side by naked side watching it go down.

I thought it would be fun to fuck while the sun was setting and I wanted to be able to see her writhing body during sex so I whispered into her ear, "Are you ready for me?"

"Mhmm!" she squeaked.

I stood up on the rock and helped her stand up on it as well. Then I had her turn around and slowly took out the object in her asshole and watched it pucker up so tight it was like it wasn't even in there.

I hopped in the water and she gave me a smile and followed me in. That's when I had my way with her. The water allowed me to put her on my cock the same way that we fucked in the restroom on the plane but this time much easier as her weight was supported by the water. It felt so nice in fact that we never even changed positions. She just cooed softly for what must have been an hour because the sun was fully down by the time we finished. I swear it only felt like two minutes. We were very pruny when we got out.

I could see that she was tired when we were done and decided not to ask for a bit of anal (which I really really wanted, especially since we had so much water about...). Instead, I looked behind the waterfall for a spot to sleep for the night and sure enough, there was a nice cozy hideout that we could both fit in pretty easily. I helped her lay down and gave her my shirt to use as a pillow then went outside to grab the gear.

As I was collecting it, I realized that we were going to need some water. She was drinking it by the gallon and we had no fresh supply other than this waterfall which I didn't trust enough to let her drink from. So I emptied the rest of my water into her water pack which was nearly empty and took out a bunch of bottles of water that I had stowed away and filled it with that until the pack was nearly bursting with water. Then I drank a bit of the water in the pond by the falling water. It tasted fine so I filled up my pack with it. I knew full well that it's a bad idea to drink unknown water and drinking bad water can actually be worse than drinking nothing at all but I had no choice and would just have to deal with being sick if I had to. If anyone had to be sick there was no way it was going to be my wife.

When I was finished, I gave my map a good look to try to see where we were but had no luck and instead put it back in my pack and went over to the waterfall with Vessa. I curled up and passed out myself.

When I woke up, I was surprised to see Vessa sitting on my morning wood. I looked at her and she just said, "We forgot to do this last night so I thought you'd like to do it now."

I was content to just grind back into her puckered asshole. I was still tired but getting woken up this way is one of my favorite things in life so I didn't mind. I was done really quickly and shot my load onto her tits since she didn't like it when I came in her ass and going ass to pussy is always a dangerous thing. She had a fun time rubbing it in like it was some lotion and I helped her stand up.

She went into the water with me to wash off and we played a bit. Since she still wanted another turn, I decided to play a game where I would go in the water and eat her out until I couldn't hold my breath any longer. Needless to say, it took some practice but I was pleasantly surprised to see her milky juices flow into the water letting me know she had a good time. She met me under the water to give me an adorable little underwater kiss which she was able to hold twice as long as I due to her seemingly unnatural affinity with water. When we were done, we swam a bit more to wash off and I helped her out.

We went back to the pack under the waterfall and noticed something was amiss.

"What happened," I asked.

"No idea. Is that our map?"

Sure enough, it was. There were two tiny strips of the map, like it had been torn up, but no sign of the rest of it anywhere. There was also a lot of food missing from one of our bags.

"Do you think that man did this," she asked.

I had no idea what she was talking about but then the day before suddenly came rushing back to me.

"Must have been. He must have followed us all the way back this morning. I grabbed our stuff, took her hand and we looked around carefully looking for any sign of him.

But he was gone. I didn't want to wait around just in case however so I said, "Lets get out of here."

She seemed happy with that idea so I quickly dressed myself and helped her into her now dry panties and shorts. It took a bit of effort like before but it was easier than putting her tits back into her clothes.

No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn't fit them back into her half tee or her bra. This was a problem. Had she really grown overnight and enough to actually outgrow a sportsbra?

We didn't wait to figure out so I had her put her purple jacket on, which was only able to confine her tits: I was surprised to find out that even it wouldn't zip over her belly, and we left.

Without the map.

We kept following the trail for a long time. It wound and curved and kept climbing up. We noticed that we could follow the stream that led to the waterfall which was actually a stream that seemed to snake along the top of a small series of level mountains. Vessa figured it was probably used for irrigation at least somewhere so we decided to follow it.

We were walking for about three hours before Vessa was tired and we had to stop for her to eat.

I was exhausted and laid down for a moment and was content to drink some of my water and watch my wife eat. She was really cute to watch since her belly was bulging and bare out of her jacket and pulled tight across her tits. Like usual, she ate a large portion of food but she stopped abruptly and said, "Maybe I should save that for later."

"Eat everything you can, Hun. I'll figure something out if we run out of food."

"Nah, I can wait."

"Alright then. You know, we're probably safe on time here. Do you want to see if we can get that shirt on you again?"

"Yes. This jacket is heating me up like a sauna in here. My back needs to breathe."

"Alright, stand up for me, Muffin."

She stood up and took off her jacket, always a glorious thing to see and I took her bra out of her pack. As hard as we tried, we still couldn't get it over her voluptuous breasts.

Then she realized something and said, "Oh my goodness. I can't believe I'm a doctor. I'm lactating and Alex milked me before I tried on these clothes."

"You must be right." I grinned when I remembered my plan the night before and because I knew what this meant.

"I hope you're hungry Honey because you're going to have to drink as much of me as you can."

"I think I can do that."

I set to work finding a good spot to suckle on my wife's engorged tits and found a nice spot under a very cool tree where we could both rest our backs but were still close enough that I could suck on her nipple. I brought our stuff over, sat it down then sat down myself and pulled my wife over and sat her down on my lap.

Immediately began to take my fill of her milk which tasted like the best meal I'd had in years. It was rich and creamy I felt like I was literally getting stronger with each pull on her breast. Not to mention I was getting really hard in the meantime.

She stopped me for a second and I honestly got a bit angry when she did so since I was so in need of her milk and having such a good time. She was surprised to see my mood change so drastically and had to calm me down by sitting up and slowly sliding my throbbing cock into her moist love box.

She explained, "It's okay Honey, calm down. I just want to feel you inside me while you're drinking. You're going to make me cum anyway just sucking away like that."

"Sorry," I said, "I'm just really hungry."

"Shh. It's okay. Just take your time and drink as much as you can," she said; she pulled my head to her tits for me to drink.

I sucked for a long time and I think she was actually producing milk as quickly as I could drink it because I had to suck on one breast for at least half an hour (not that I'm complaining).

She ground down on my cock lovingly, not pressuring me to finish her off.

When I was done with the first breast, I stopped and picked her up to fuck her against the tree to thank her. With me inside her for so long we both came almost instantly and then I remembered that I still had to drink what was in her other breast.




Vessa Ch. 02



I sat back down again but she pulled me back up and asked me, "How long until you're ready to go again?"

"I dunno few minutes."

"Let's wait then. That was really fun."

I did as the lady asked. As soon as I was ready to go, I sat down and helped her take my cock into her eager pussy then went back to work drinking from her other breast.

By this point I was no longer hungry and I felt like I could march all day without growing tired. But it took so long to drink all her milk that she grew hungry again and needed to eat something.

So here we were, sitting there slowly fucking our brains out, me sucking her tits off and her eating as much granola as she could stomach.

It was a strange day to say the least but at least it was enjoyable.

Needless to say, I eventually finished and then I finished her off for the third time that day and she finished eating.

Then we had to try to fit her into her clothes.

I picked up her bra and held it around her tits long enough for her to zip it up.

"It worked!" she said, "Oh my goodness. How much milk do I produce in a day..."

"Alex was right the other night because I can hardly stand. How do you hold all of this in there," I asked, rubbing my stomach.

"Apparently enough to feed a small army."

"Good because that's exactly what you're making as we speak," I said. I poked her tummy for emphasis.

She laughed, then said, "Can you help me put on my shirt?"

We tugged until her shirt came back down and stretched over her life-saving endowments. I put her jacket back into my pack and we were off.

A couple hours later (I could tell it was only a couple because Vessa hadn't yet made me stop so she could eat), we came up to a man-made trough carrying water downhill.

Vessa's eyes lit up knowing she was right and she took my hand to lead me down the sloping earth. It was not something I'd have been comfortable with her doing the day earlier but I was too exhausted to realize my error and I was also beginning to feel queasy.

Luckily we didn't have to wait long and we found a small village at the bottom of what turned out to be a very small hill.

It turns out we found a small indigenous village by accident and we surprised a couple of them when we came off the mountains.

They were very kind to us and offered us shelter immediately and some water. That is when I passed out.

When I awoke, I found myself inside a cozy building with Vessa and a couple other people by my side. One man spoke English and asked me if I was okay. He gave me some water to drink which immediately made me feel better. Within half an hour I was sitting up. Vessa, of course was happily holding my hand and eating from a large plate of food with the other. When she finished one plate, the set another one right down full of fruits.

When I sat up they gave me my own plate and I began to eat. I had a ravenous hunger and it was nighttime so I assumed I was out most of the day.

"How long have I been out, Love?"

"A full day! I was really worried about you."

"You mean we lost the whole day?"

"No, we found this village yesterday and then you passed out. You've been all day today, the day after."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're okay."

"And you? Are you feeling well?"

"Oh sure," she said with a smile, "They haven't let me stop eating since they found us. Not that I'm complaining..."

"I don't know how we're going to repay the village..."

"They even sent someone to bring a helicopter for us."

"Oh no, that's too much!"

"They should be here soon."

We stayed there for another day and spoke with the English-speaking man for a while. Everyone we met was very kind and there was even another young pregnant girl there that loved comparing her belly to Vessa's. It was much smaller but she was also a full foot shorter than Vessa.

The girl told us that she wanted her child to be a boy by taking a stick and drawing a baby in the dirt with a small penis sticking out. Then she said something to the English-speaking man in her own tongue. He said, "She wants to know if you think your child will be a boy."

Vessa brightened the room with a big smile and asked for the stick from the pregnant girl. Next to the little boy she drew three baby girls in the dirt, pointed to her belly and rubbed it.

The pregnant girl squealed with excitement and everyone else clapped and smiled. An older woman rushed out and then rushed back in with some more water food which Vessa laughed and gratefully started eating.

That night we slept soundly and were carried back to Rio by the helicopter that came to help us. When we asked the English-speaking man how we could possibly thank him, he just said to raise our three babies well and to just let them know how much love was visited upon them by his village. We thanked him and were seen off but not before they handed us yet another basked of food for Vessa and some more water.

She of course finished both before we landed.

They brought us to a hospital in Rio where we were given a room to share and they checked us over. I was found to have some water poisoning, no doubt from the pond and was told to rest for a few days.

Examining Vessa was a bit more difficult and she of course required a bit more attention and some bloodwork. We had to stay overnight while the bloodwork was completed. For some reason however, this seemed to make Vessa nervous.

The next morning we were visited by a local ranger and we told him our story and everything that had happened. It turns out that the three men had actually gone ahead of us on the trail and hidden it from us so that we would take a much more dangerous route to the waterfall. The two injured men were badly wounded despite being able to leave so quickly but they were caught limping at the foot of the hill by two rangers after trying to run away from them. They ratted out the last one who was caught who did in fact tear up or map that day and then ran off thinking he had most likely ruined our chances of finding our way back. We never found out what happened to them.

After that the doctor came in and told us in private that she was pleased to report that nothing was wrong with her but that she did find something she couldn't explain and was forced to keep her there until further tests were done. She was going to give her a series of medicines until then and listed them off to her until finally Vessa panicked and explained that she was a doctor.

Then she said, "You can't give me that."

"Why not," the doctor asked.

"Because it'll have adverse effects when combined with something else."

"Do you mean the medicine you're taking?"

Vessa nodded.

"Would you care to explain what it is? I've never seen it before and it seems to have some rather...incredible effects."

Vessa sighed and turned to me saying, "Please don't be mad at me for not telling you. If I had told you, you would never have let me try it."

"Try what," I asked.

Then she said to the both of us and said, "Since I got pregnant, well actually before I got pregnant, I've been taking an experimental drug." She turned to me, "That research project that I told you about, well it was mine. I only just acquired the proper funding to carry it out. My partners only agreed when I told them I was the first test subject."

"And that was this...fertility drug," the doctor asked.

"No, it does nothing to affect fertility, I think my egg just happened to split three ways during my gestation or maybe three eggs descended during my impregnation; multiple births are very common in my family. The drug is an experimental one that I've created and I am testing myself as my first patient."

"Then what does it do," the doctor asked.

I was surprised and just sat there listening to what my wife had to say.

"It does a few things. Its primary function is to increase bloodflow and metabolism for the mother. This in turn increases the metabolism and bloodflow for the growing babies."

"That's why you can't stop eating!"

She nodded and as if I reminded her, she turned to the tray of food that she set aside and took a huge bite from a doughnut. Then she continued on, "Sorry, I'm really hungry," between chews, "The drug also allows more oxygen to be absorbed by the blood which of course is already flowing more efficiently through the system. This allows the mother to have much more energy throughout the day and keeps her healthy. I have noticed that I can run even further than I used to. In fact, it wasn't until very recently that I had managed to break my own marathon record, even with the hindrance of a such a large belly."

"This is explaining so much," I said.

"I think, however, that I reached my energy peak as the babies have simply grown too much and any extra calories that I consume simply go to their greedy developing bodies," she smiled and patted her belly. "I will be far more active than a normal woman would be during a pregnancy, especially a triplet pregnancy, but from here on out, I think my overall energy will decrease in proportion to their size."

"Where did you develop this drug? What lab did you use? Surely you must have had a prototype made up for yourself..."

"Ah well I had the first one made months ago, obviously," once again Vessa looked at me, "Do you remember that I went to that heart conference?"

I nodded.

"Well I went to meet with a friend of mine from med school who was kind enough to develop a trial for me off the books and I went to go tell her the news in person. She was the one that provided me with the samples, I don't have that sort of expertise."

"I see. Please continue," said the doctor.

"The next effect is that the drug boosts natural hormones in the mother to encourage growth."

I saw that one coming.

"And finally there is one more effect, possibly the most dangerous one, and that is it prevents pregnancy for any reason other than catastrophic accident until the mother reaches a certain hormonal trigger."

That made the doctor look nervous, "And that trigger is..."

"It requires the body to produce roughly twenty-five percent more than the normal amount of birth-inducing hormones."

"It what?!" screamed the doctor. "Twenty-five percent? Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with triplets?"

"I do. That's why I tried it on myself first."

"You're going to be pregnant for fifty weeks!"

"Most likely closer to a full year. I balanced it for my body for an extra two weeks."

"Oh my goodness," said the doctor as she sat back in her chair. "Why put yourself through so much risk? What is this drug going to do for you that a natural pregnancy won't?"

"If I'm correct then I'll have created a way for any woman who wants to to have stronger, smarter babies for the cost of an extremely cheap drug."

"And how will it do that?"

"Well the drug has some smaller effects that I've built into it. It increases the mother's craving for protein in order to grow larger babies and the extra hormones increases the mother's production of milk rate as well as the amount of milk they would otherwise be able to contain at any one time."

Any reason I had to be mad at my wife flew out the window at this point, everything I was hearing was good new for me. I gave Vessa my doughnut for her to eat which she took and started eating without even noticing.

"Next, the extra energy gives the mother a natural need to exercise more and is impossible to get rid of. Trust me, I know first hand that the first thing I do when I get out of this hospital is run on a treadmill until it breaks. If I'm correct, the extra conditioning will breed a healthy desire and need for vigorous exercise into the gestating child. Well children, in my case."

Something told me that we were going to need to move out of our city home; we were going to need lots more room pretty soon.

"Lastly, the increased gestation time allows women to carry to term who might otherwise be unable to, but it allows healthy mothers like me to carry much longer. Again, if I'm right, this will not only dramatically increase the baby's overall size, it will also increase their brain size at birth, and possibly their overall intelligence."

"At the expense of a caesarian," said the doctor.

"Naturally," Vessa said, rubbing her side. She finished off my doughnut and drank some water.

"What else have you noticed. Any strange side problems?"

"Only a few."

"Like what?"

"I can hold my breath for a really long time and I can produce an extremely large quantity of milk already at twenty weeks."

"Couldn't that simply be due to your, erm...size?"

"Not quite. I had already considered that but what I mean is I can produce milk almost as fast as I can intake water and the other necessary nutrients. In fact, my husband already knows this firsthand."

The doctor turned to me and gave me what could only be considered a look of judgment which I felt was rude. In fact I sat up straight and took pride in my ability to suck milk from my genius wife's tits in defiance of the doctor's scowl.

"Anything else?" Now she seemed reluctant to ask.

"My sex drive needs constant attention." Vessa looked over at me with a wink.

This made the good doctor squirm in her seat, "I see. Well then if I'm right, then most of these changes shouldn't occur until the growth phase of gestation."

"Yes, it should mostly happen during the phase most dependent upon caloric intake."

"The third trimester."

"Correct."

"And you swear you're only about twenty weeks along?"

"Correct."

"Then why the hell are you so damn pregnant?!"

Vessa put a hand to her belly, laughed and gestured at me with her other hand saying, "Have you seen the size of my husband?!"

After that conversation, she let us go. It wasn't until later that I was able to confirm what I thought I was hearing in the hospital and asked Vessa (while she was doing nothing other than running on the treadmill) about what all that meant.

"So how big are you going to get?"

"Well," I was impressed that she could speak without having to do so between breaths, "I honestly have no idea. If I knew that it was going to be triplets, I probably would have waited until I had a pregnancy with just one baby."

"So you want to have more babies when this pregnancy's over?"

She stopped the treadmill and walked over to me getting me wet with her perspiration. She said looking up into my eyes, "Honey, I don't know when I'm going to stop being pregnant. Especially after having so much fun with this pregnancy. I know you wanted a few kids but I'm afraid you're getting more than you bargained for because you're getting lots and lots of them instead. In fact, I promise that you're never going to even see another condom again for the rest of your life..."

Oh boy...

I know that sometimes women get a bit baby-crazy but I never even thought that it could happen to a someone that was already pregnant, especially when it wasn't one or two but three taking up rent inside her.

At least I got to enjoy another thirty weeks of my growing wife before she started popping out babies left and right...

You know, I think I could get use to the idea of having a lot of kids. I mean who knows, right?

All I knew was one thing: it was already the best vacation of my life. And it was hardly over yet.

With that strange fiasco behind us, Vessa and I decided to relax for the rest of our vacation. The good news was we still had about a week left before I had to switch gears and get back to my work and Vessa had to begin compiling her study.

I knew we couldn't leave until we visited a famous Rio beach so I woke up early the next day and made Vessa some breakfast in bed.

Our hotel's small kitchen let us cook a modest breakfast and I made her lots of eggs and bacon. She loved it when I made her breakfast smileys so that's exactly what I did: I gave her ten breakfast smileys one right after the other. I had some myself but had to wait for her to finish her ten eggs and five strips of bacon before we planned the day.

She wanted to visit the 'most fun beach in Rio' and I made it my job to research exactly what that was while she took a long shower. So I went down to the reception area where I asked two of the cutest reception girls I have ever seen where such a beach was and they danced around the answer until I was forced to drop a few hints and flash my wedding band. They pouted but I think we all had a bit of fun. With that out of the way I arranged a few more things like a rental car and some more sunscreen and body oil, the most important two things for the day, which we were definitely going to need.

After that I took a shower while Vessa relaxed in bed after having such a big breakfast.

Then of course, she made me go shopping with her.

She was wearing one of my biggest t-shirts because everything else she had was pretty dirty and her booty shorts. My shirt fit so oddly on her because it was so long and baggy everywhere but her belly and tits. I think she had a bigger chest than me by this point. I was going to have to take a measurement of her later.

There were tons of shops by the beach that she liked but just like she always does, she chose the one that she considered the most chic.

It was relatively empty and I suppose that was because they catered to each customer individually due to their high price point. When we entered, two young and gorgeous girls popped out of a back room and greeted us with disarming smiles. I'm sure it's no accident that all the tourist traps are populated by young, beautiful girls but that's all part of the fun.

Of course while they were disarming me, my wife was disarming them with her midsection. I wondered if they had ever seen a pregnant girl walk into their store and I bet they were at that moment asking themselves the same question.

They were very friendly however and seemed to love Vessa's company. Vessa almost always blends in with anyone around her which is one of her countless gifts and I think her pregnancy has made her even more charismatic.

The two shop girls fawned over her and asked her all sorts of questions pertaining to her due date and they screamed after hearing that she had triplets packed inside her. After that it was all giggles. They took her measurements and were not shy about stripping her down to nothing to do so.

I think she must have tried on twenty suits. They probably just wanted to see what she looked like with them on. I was amused to see that after trying on the first suit that covered her belly, they told her to take it off before she had a chance to tell them she didn't like it. From there on out it was all bikinis. It was everything I could have wanted.

They put everything on her from swimmer gear to sexy beach wear to tiny strap nipple covers and thongs. These last ones drew the most giggles and over-the-shoulder glances at me. All I did was smile back my best charming grin (a very charming grin if I do say so myself) and wave.

When they were done having their fun, Vessa and the two girls came back out after having picked out five suits as well as a few other beach-related items.

After she paid for them they whispered to her something about being somewhere at nine p.m. which I was unable to catch. When I asked her about it she just laughed and told me not to worry about it until later. I did my best to forget about the surprise and we went off to the beach that was recommended to me.

It was packed. I saw skin everywhere. Luckily the beach stretched for miles and we were able to luck out and find a really nice spot as another couple was leaving right next to the water. We walked up and I staked out our land claim with my huge beach blanket and umbrella and stripped off everything but my suit. I flopped onto my back and held up the sunscreen with a grin saying, "Sunscreen me please!"




Vessa Ch. 02



She smiled, and tugged on my hand until I sat myself up and said, "Not yet, Darling. First you need to see what I bought for you."

I had almost forgotten that she was still wearing my t-shirt. She ran through the sand quickly and disappeared into the ladies' changing room. In her wake, I saw her turn a few heads and even saw two men who couldn't have known each other nod at each other with wolfish grins. The didn't even bother to look my way but that didn't bother me because she quickly emerged from the changing room.

I can only use two words to describe her appearance: perky and ripe. The first thing I noticed is that she had on a very sheer linen top but that was about all she seemed to have on. It hung off her body about as much as anything could these days and it ended just below her bikini bottom which I had to assume was there because I couldn't see it.

As she skipped over to me, something I never grew tired of seeing her do (and was amazed that she could still do it) I could make out just the faintest outline of her bathing suit. It was red and made mostly of nothing. It covered her cheeks and was strapped over her shoulders but I could still see her pussy lips through the bottom and enough cleavage to know that she could hold a beer bottle between her tits.

When she was standing over me on the towel she said, "Do you like it?"

I didn't say anything and just took her hand to pull her to me so I could wrap my arms around her. As I held her tight and kissed her, I removed her linen shirt as sneakily as I could and took it over her head then I sat back and got a good look.

She pretended to play modest and covered her body as much as she could with her arms which was truly impossible. She looked amazing. The bikini bottom was slung low on her hips well below her belly and ended just above where her cheeks ended. The top encircled her pert but abundant chest with a simple band of fabric supported by two thin straps over her shoulders. Just above her butt was an adorable black bow and was matched with a white bow where her top clasped together. If I had to guess, I would have to assume this was a suit that one of the two shop girls actually owned. I could see why: it belonged on a model's figure.

I put her shirt to the side and pulled her so she came closer to me. I moved her arms so they weren't hiding her body and drank her in. I enjoyed looking at her smooth, flawless skin stretched tight over the big ball that was her belly. As usual, she didn't go to any lengths to hide it from view or diminish its size which was substantial to say the least.

After a brief make-out session on the beach, I had her lie on her side so I could put sunscreen on her back. When I was done there, she rubbed me down and then I let her back on my chest so I could put sunscreen on her front. It was so soothing for her that she actually fell asleep on me for at least an hour. There was no way I was going to wake her but it wasn't easy to stay like that for so long. The shade from the umbrella was nice however and I enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine.

When Vessa woke up, she was full of energy and was starving. As much as we didn't want to give u our spot on the beach, we did in favor of finding some food for her to eat.

There were lots of restaurants on the beachfront to choose from and she picked one that had lots of seafood, one of her more normal cravings of late.

We both ordered the smoke salmon but she ordered two servings and added pasta sauce with diced oranges to hers. Even for her that was strange but she swore it was the best meal she'd had in days. After I gave her my leftovers to eat, we left and went to another restaurant on the beach to sip cold drinks in the sun and watch the beach-goers on the hot sand.

Here we both ordered simple smoothies without alcohol and sipped away to whittle away some time. My strawberry smoothie was amazing and I gave some to her to try to convince Vessa to get one rather than the cucumber-cantaloupe smoothy she claimed was good for her pregnancy. It was so good apparently that she had three of them.

We were both sitting on stools at a bar and I had to help her get up on hers. With her cute little feet dangling in the air and her belly taking up most of her lap, she was a sight to see. She was all pale (but turning more golden with every sun ray) skin. Her belly hid her bikini bottom from the front of which there was little material to begin with.

As I waited for her to finish her third smoothie, I went to the restroom and left our beach stuff with her. I also needed to make a few calls.

About ten minutes later, I returned and saw her still sitting at the bar but this time there were three well-toned men crowded around her. She was giving them polite smiles and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes. I began walking faster over to her when she tried giving them the cold shoulder by fixing her hair.

That's when one of them took the liberty of rubbing his hand over her belly. That's when I sprinted.

She slapped his hand and shook her head, flashing the wedding band I put on her finger and tried to get down off the stool but she was stuck. Not only that, the one who touched her belly actually was keeping her on her seat and wouldn't let her down by holding her hips.

I could see her yell something, probably 'Stop!' but I was still too far away to be able to hear it. At least it drew the attention of dozens of people around her.

The man's two friends tried to play her yell off like they were all good friends to the people around but I could see my wife looking desperately around for me so I tried to go faster. The sand was awful for running on and I couldn't run any faster than I already was with my legs pumping as quick as they could over the fine beach grains.

Then the man leaned in and whispered something into her ear making her slap him. Then I got to them.

Vessa pointed at me but before they could turn, I pulled the man's neck to take him off balance and rammed my fist into his diaphragm hard enough to make him collapse to the ground. One of his friends attacked me but I simply took it as I towered over him and the blow was pathetic. I probably weighed half again more than either one of them. In fact, Vessa was far taller than each of them by several centimeters and probably would have been fine had she not had a big belly to worry about. Luckily I got there in time and I only had to slam the heel of my fist onto the man's nose to hear an audible break and their last friend put up his hands and took his friends away.

The scene was awkward partly because they were hitting on a heavily pregnant wife and partly because I seemed to come out of nowhere and end their assault so abruptly. I saw a lot of heads turned our way and I expected a few nods of approval or at least a murmur of agreement but all I got was a single guy clapping. Even he quickly realized his applause was out-of-place and stopped after a questioning head or two turned in his direction.

Why does this place hate tourists so much? I thought to myself. Can't I get a break? I mean, I was on vacation.

There was nothing I could do but get out of there so I picked my wife up off the stool and set her on the ground. I took out her linen shirt and helped her on with it and said, "Geez, what's with this place?"

She just shrugged while doing her best to hide herself from view with my body so I tucked her towel around her chest and we got out of there. I threw some money begrudgingly onto the counter annoyed that they didn't do anything to help her out.

With the mood ruined, Vessa and I decided to go to another beach. The one we were at was massive so I'm sure we could have just gone to the other end of it and nobody there would have known what happened but she wanted to see other beaches anyway.

We went down the coast a few kilometers and found a less crowded area where we were going to go swimming.

I opened her car door for her and helped her out. Then she said, "I think this suit is going to fall off if I swim in it. Could you take me to the changing room again please?"

"Sure."

"I want you to be close by me okay? Can you stay with me from now on?"

"Of course Honey, I promise you won't be more than three inches from me the rest of the day."

"Well you can't come into the ladies' room, silly!" she said. She booped my nose with her finger.

I rolled my eyes and was just glad that she was cheerful and no longer spooked.

She went in to change and I tapped her bouncing butt as she walked away from me.

When she came out, she was wearing a more modest bikini more conducive to swimming. The top was blue with a red fish right over her breasts and it was designed to keep her breasts contained and supported. Her bikini bottom was a simple black and it covered her bum but was still more than flattering to her shape.

"Let's go!" she said and bounded down the beach.

I hardly had time to find a good spot for our stuff but tossed it to a secluded spot and dove in after her. We played around a bunch and swam as far as the guards would allow us but we still didn't feel alone enough to fool around like we wanted to. There were lots of kids around.

That's okay. Vessa had bought some swimming resistance gear to work out a bit in the water and she worked off some energy while I tried to keep up.

She taught me a few techniques and smoothed out my form which actually made a somewhat faster. Even with what happened earlier, it was a good day.

After that, we packed up and had a quiet dinner of room service at our hotel while we watched a movie cuddled up in bed together.

It was only around seven when Vessa's cell phone rang. She answered it and giggled a bit before putting it down looking at me with excitement. She pulled me off the bed and told me we needed to go somewhere.

Bewildered, I followed her out after she took some of her things and I put on my own breezy linen shirt and some maroon shorts.

I drove her a little ways with her using her phone as a GPS until we stopped at an apartment located in an upscale part of town. We parked and knocked on the door.

It opened and I suddenly I heard three girls squealing.

The next thing I knew, I was pulled into the apartment where we met the two shop girls from earlier. The two Brazilian beauties brought us to one of their bedrooms.

I was all smiles by now and had not a care in the world so of course what was I to do but begin unbuttoning my shirt and kick off my sandals. Apparently this country was full of angry men because the women only fucked tourists.

The three of them stopped to watch me. I was completely oblivious to their stares while I was looking down taking off my clothes until I heard the three of them die in laughter.

One of the girls hugged me and said, "You're so adorable!"

The other one stopped me from undressing, buttoned me back up and said, "Make yourself at home. We're going to get your wife ready."

A younger me would have been embarrassed but I laughed it off with them after realizing they didn't want to have a foursome though I was extremely disappointed.

Then they disappeared into the bathroom for an hour.

I heard them each shower and then I heard enough giggles to power a small country for a week.

I was laying back on the bed lamenting the fact that I hadn't brought a book with me to read when they came out of the bathroom.

The two girls were all made up and wearing some sexy party dresses and my wife came out wearing the sexiest bikini I'd ever seen.

It was pink with black trim and covered her pussy, and nipples but nothing else. The top wrapped around her back with thin white strips of cloth. The small bit of cloth covering her lower lips was secured by only a single strip that probably considered itself the luckiest piece of cloth as it disappeared inside her ass crack.

The rest of her body was dripping with body oil and shined magnificently. One of the girls handed me an unopened bottle of body lotion and said in English, "You're in charge of keeping her wet!" Then she wiped some excess oil off her hands onto her own legs.

Then they took the rest of Vessa's stuff and left the apartment with me trailing in their wake, confused about what was going on.

They us drove several kilometers to the outskirts of town. It was night already and when we stopped we saw an open restaurant flooded with warm, hanging beach lights and lots of people milling about. I noticed that most of them were wearing skimpy or tight clothing to show of their hard bodies but a few of them were completely naked. I doubt a single person was over the age of 35.

They brought us to a nude beach.

I helped my wife out of the car and she needed me to readjust her bikini. Then we got inside.

It was packed with people. I saw even more skin and bikinis and pregnant bellies everywhere.

Pregnant bellies?

I looked around a bit more and sure enough. There was gorgeous, nubile women all over the place sporting and thrusting out their swollen wombs as far as the eye could see.

Vessa handed me her things and took out the oil as well as a pair of black fuck-me high heels. She gave me the oil and turned around so I could rub her down while she strapped on the shoes.

Apparently she was going to compete in a pregnant bikini contest...

Well I gave her some extra oil and she signed up for the contest. I couldn't believe how many people were there and especially how many pregnant girls were there. I could tell I was going to enjoy this.

After she was all signed up, they handed her a t-shirt to put on which was a bit tight around her torso despite its intended purpose. It had the name of the nudist beach we were on as well as a couple sponsors. Then she went backstage where the rest of the pregnant girls were going.

I couldn't follow them so I decided to take a seat as close as I could to the front but had to settle for a spot a row back.

Then the shop girls gave Vessa a wave and a kiss on the cheek each for good luck and came to sit next to me with giggles aplenty.

The show started and they brought out each girl for a brief introduction. Unfortunately I couldn't speak Spanish so sometimes one of the girls would translate for me, especially when something amusing was said.

There was a huge variety of girls. Some were tanned some were pale and others were dark. A few looked like they had just heard they were pregnant three weeks prior and some looked ready to go into labor.

One of the girls, a gorgeous black woman with long flowing hair and large eyes seemed too shy to take off her shirt in front of the huge crowd of people. After a few seconds of the crowd cheering her on and her covering her mouth with her hands, a sexy girl hopped up on stage wearing a tight dress and began shimmying out of it to some raucous chants. She had nothing on underneath. This gave the girl the courage she needed and off came her top. She had nothing to fear, she had a wonderful shape and some lovely tits.

The next girl up was Brazilian to the nines and had a skimpy bikini on underneath. It was covered in shiny green sequins and she gave us a sexy belly dance and a giggle of her luscious tush.

After each one of them was through, they all lined up against the back of the stage while waiting for the rest of them to go.

A few more girls came up and then a drop-dead-gorgeous South Korean girl walked on stage. She had silky black hair in a bun and a tight little body with a huge belly. It looked as big as her. She had a sweet heart-shaped face and a lovely mouth. I could tell she was going to be my wife's main competition when they announced that she was carrying twins and wasn't due for a month. The crowd hollered and cheered as she went back to the rest of the girls on stage.

A few more appeared like a sexy Brazilian bombshell with a large belly but almost nothing else on her and another sporting a fuzzy bikini.

I was waiting and waiting for my wife to appear and was worried that she got too nervous and decided not to compete. That was when I saw her stroll across the stage. She took deliberate steps to make her body bounce and I heard the crowd go into a frenzy. They could tell how well-endowed she was even with her t-shirt still on. When they asked her to take it off, she teased everyone and shook her head. When they heard her speak English they started teasing her back until she put her hand to her ear for more applause and told them to get louder with her hands. That's when she ripped the shirt off right down the middle showing her bulging curves to everyone. She was still slick with oil and she whispered to the announcer something. The announcer's eyes went wide and she yelled something in Spanish, probably, "Triplets!" because she then put her hand to Vessa's belly and kissed it. The crowd went crazy and she wiggled her fit ass back to a couple judging glares along the line of women.

Vessa was the last woman so they then took all the girls off the stage and started bringing each one out all over again but this time each girl was handed a hula-hoop and told to keep it going as long as they can.

It turns out keeping one going while pregnant is particularly difficult. Most women could only control it for about ten seconds before letting it fall to the ground. The only rule was that they couldn't use their arms to control it so most tried to keep it going with their chests. One particular girl seemed to have practiced beforehand, a spicy brunette with a modest figure and belly, and she kept it going for two minutes before it fell to the ground. When she was done, she gave a quirky smile and a wave before hopping off the stage. She got the most applause in out of anyone.

When Vessa's turn was up, she looked like she didn't know what to do. After a couple seconds, she figured out how to keep the hoop circling by keeping it between her breasts and belly which acted as a sort of shelf. Soon enough however, it went right over her belly but she caught it magically with her hips. When she did that, one of the girls put her lips to her mouth and gave a piercing whistle for encouragement. The three of us were clapping trying to make the most noise out of all the contestants. Vessa had the hoop in control for about twenty seconds this way but had to use her butt to keep it going. Because her butt was round enough it acted as a sort of shelf keeping it from falling down. The vigorous movement took coordination however and she lost her timing which caused it to fall down. Fifty-eight seconds was her score and that put her in the top ten for the hula-hoop contest.

When she was done, she smiled and laughed at us with a shrug and left the stage giving the crowd a cute little finger wave.

Next was the watermelon contest. They took watermelons cut in half and set them evenly along a long, U-shaped table on the stage. Then they brought all the girls up to some watermelon and told them the first one to finish wins the contest. They all had on cheaper, more modest bikinis for this contest since they were going to be dripping with juice.

Then they were off.

Only a few of the girls took the challenge seriously and they started chowing down as fast as any contest eater generally would and others looked around and didn't look interested in making fools of themselves.

Vessa didn't fit either one of these categories. Before the contest started, she was already eyeing the watermelon like a vampire awaiting a sleeping prey. When the race began, she picked it up no faster or slower than any other girl. She simply started eating it like a regular meal seemingly oblivious to everyone around her. She must have been hungry.

Vessa was flanked by two girls. One was a thin girl with a belly only a few months gone and the other was the South Korean girl who was growing twins. The South Korean had water all over her body giving her a glistening sheen from all the lights burning down onto the stage. No doubt she was eating to try to compete with Vessa. The other girl was looking past Vessa at the South Korean girl eating voraciously and at one point simply gave up after she just couldn't eat any more.




Vessa Ch. 03



A month after Rio, I found myself thinking about mine and Philip's trip as he was driving me to my maternity yoga class. It all seemed to have happened just yesterday and I wouldn't have been able to believe any time had actually passed if it weren't for the fuller size of my pregnant belly. One of my girls kicked me to snap me out of my train of thought and I'm glad for that because I don't like being reminded of how quickly my first pregnancy is slipping away from me.

I know that I'm lucky that I actually enjoy pregnancy and I was worried that I might not actually like it when push came to shove. Now I find myself already looking forward to carrying for Philip again. I meant what I said to him about keeping me this way but I doubt he really believes me. I can hardly blame him. How can the two of us take care of so many with our busy schedules? And is it even right to have so many? I don't know. All I do know is that I can't wait to have more.

My daily measurement was right on track with my predictions, well maybe a bit on the bigger side but that's better than the alternative. It just means my drug is working. I measured in at 110 centimeters today and I'm only 25 weeks along. I'm not even half way there and I'm already so big.

Philip doesn't mind. Each morning he enjoys me even more than the previous one which wonderful because I've been needing him so badly. I've actually been using him to fall asleep because he knows how to get me exhausted.

But that's neither here nor there. In a few minutes I'll be at class with Mary, my new-found belly-buddy that I've become close with these past few months. Yoga is just about the only thing that Philip and I don't do together. It's not really his favorite form of exercise and I enjoy the time I get to spend with a friend or two though I'd be lying if I wasn't glad to see him after class each day.

Mary is quite young at 20 to be having her first child but her brother co-own a ski-resort here in Oslo and the two of them are very successful as a result. This is a good thing as she's not married and hasn't even had the courage to tell the father about her pregnancy. Whatever she does, I'm sure her child will be taken care of by her family.

Philip parked the car in front of the studio and, always the gentleman, helped me get out of the car. The babies are making moving around more difficult and my winter garb isn't helping at all. He doesn't mind though. It gives him a chance to give me a kiss before taking off for an hour or two. Usually he give my ass a squeeze too, much to the chagrin of the other girls in the class. I'm sure he thinks he hides his move pretty well but trust me, he doesn't.

I went to the changing room where I found Mary already changing.

Mary is far into her pregnancy at eight months and she tells me she's carrying a boy. She's actually quite large being such a petite girl and I enjoy watching her carry such a big belly. I've only increased my love for the pregnant form since I myself became pregnant and I've discovered that I enjoy the company of women almost as much as men though I have yet to tell Mary this.

She's a bit shorter than me and has fewer curves than I do even before we became pregnant but her figure has only benefited during her past eight months. She has a pretty face with tight lips, long eyelashes and dirty-blonde hair. Though her bust is far smaller than mine, she's still quite big and cute her butt is lovely to watch during class. In fact, I saw her putting on my favorite pair of shorts that I actually helped pick out with her one day after class a few months back. Small pink ones.

"Hey there you!" I said.

"Vessa! We were just talking about you," Mary said. She gestured to another woman, Tess, next to her.

"Oh? What about?"

"Your ears must have been burning. We were just talking about how big we've both gotten and how difficult it is to get around these days. Then we thought of your triplets! Must be insane!"

Tess looked me up and down with a sort of judging glare and nodded.

"Oh my goodness. You have no idea!" I replied, "I've gained two centimeters in the past five days!"

They gasped.

"Up here!" I pointed to my breasts. Mary's eyes widened just as much as Tess' narrowed. "Down here is another story altogether." I rubbed my belly for emphasis.

Now I should mention that I like to play a little game with my relatively new tummy friends. Since entering the pregnancy scene, most of the women I meet can hardly conceive (well they can but - you know what I mean...) of enjoying being pregnant. In fact, it's sort of a taboo. I discovered this right when I became pregnant and decided to play the game with them. I've come to realize that it turns me on.

I said, "And I've been getting so tired lately," (I haven't) "and my face has gotten so fat too," (hasn't changed a bit).

"No way!" Mary said, "You look great. Really, you do. For triplets too? Oh my gosh..."

"Thanks Mary."

"I dunno...I think your face has gotten a bit puffier. Maybe it's the lighting in here..." said Tess. That bitch.

"Oh shush! She looks great."

"Would you believe that Philip wants me to have more of his babies too? He told me he's gonna knock me up right after I'm done 'baking his first three girls'. He wants a son." This was the fun part. I of course wanted more children with Philip but they didn't have to know that. It was fun to let them think my body was being used for breeding. I will say thought that those were his words, verbatim, but when he said it we were making love so...and he only said it because he knew it would get me even hotter. Philip also wants a boy but I probably want one more than him and I intend to give him at least a couple even if I have to use the law of averages to do so. Take that to mean whatever you want it to.

"That pig!" said Tess.

"Oh my god. He said that to you? Did you slap him?"

I looked down and shook my head to really play the part. I rubbed my burgeoning belly. "He said he thinks I look better like this. With a round, belly full of his babies."

"Ew! What a pervert!" Tess said.

"That's not all," I continued, "He said it gets him hard to know that my swelling belly was being used to grow his healthy babies and that there was nothing I could do to stop myself from going bigger for him every day.

Then I realized I should stop. I was probably going to get them to call a women's shelter if I kept on like this...

Their faces were priceless. On the outside I looked solemn but on the inside I was bent over laughing my belly off.

"We should go. Class is about to start," I said. I needed them to turn their thoughts to other things.

I walked past the two stunned girls and followed the line of waddling women in various stages of development.

I took my usual spot at the front of the class to better watch our instructor, a svelte, swelling, sweet girl with red hair and a cute, hardly-noticable belly. She had a very toned butt, however and a nice bust. She never failed to get me worked up during our workout. Her name was Willa.

Mary took her usual spot next to me.

We started with lots of stretches. Willa is very flexible and I think she likes to show off to the rest of the class by doing crazy splits. And that's what she did. The rest of the class seemed pretty okay with going as far as they can go. I tried my best but my belly got in the way. I got a great view of Willa's curvy backside that I was none too shy to get an eyeful of.

We stretched our arms, our necks and our backs and then moved onto my favorite exercise: the one where we're on all fours. This exercise helps us strengthen our tummy muscles and we slowly pull in and release. I love watching the other girls' bellies contract and expand. Some can only do the exercise on their elbows due to the large size of their bellies and I fantasize about my husband taking them from behind. I don't know where that comes from because I never wanted to share him before my pregnancy. Must be my hormones.

Willa's control was superb and I could see her little belly going from an extra size or two back to her usual tight abs. It was then that I realized that I would much prefer to have a baby inside me than a tight stomach like hers. I enjoy the curves more and I think it's a rewarding feeling to be full from someone's love. Must be the hormones again...

Anyway, as we continued I could see the class getting sweatier and sweatier, even Mary who is almost as fit as I am. I'm sweaty but then again I always am due to my increased metabolism. That's alright, the girls in my class are quite cute and look sexy with a bit of sweat on them.

I could tell Mary was getting tired after trying to keep up with our fit instructor. They were both about the same size before their pregnancies and Mary told me she'd be damned if her belly was going to weigh her down. In fact, she quit skiing only two months ago which really made me mad to be quite honest.

It was about halfway through our workout when we took a break. I really needed one, not because I was getting tired but I had to take off a layer of clothing. I was probably fogging up the windows by myself at this point. Off came my half tee and my leggings. It's okay, I had on some white boy shorts and a sports bra underneath. I'm sure my fellow yoga-goers probably aren't too happy about me shedding my clothes for whatever reason they might have but I had no choice in the matter. Besides, I think I finally caught Mary taking a rather heated peek at the goods for a change and not one of those curious glances but one of those dirty glances. I think today was the day.

I sated my starving girls with half a gallon of a fruit shake I had prepared before leaving home and drank a bunch of water. Then I was all set to finish the workout.

We continued with a few more stretches and then got into some simpler positions to relax us. Willa paired us off for some paired exercises. To my surprise, she put Mary with another girl and took me as a partner. Until now, she never took a partner. But Mary and I just shrugged it off and began the routines.

I quickly figured out why Willa did this. She wanted me.

The rest of the day consisted of one person stretching and the other helping but not once did I ever help Willa. Instead, she insisted that she massage me as I did the stretches. It was lovely. She was a good actor too. I doubt anyone knew what was going on.

The rest of the class ended too quickly too. It was over a full half hour early to my disappointment. Just when I was getting used to her hot hands too.

Mary and I went into the locker rooms and changed.

"Well that was weird," Mary said.

"What?" I asked.

She whispered to me, "Willa feeling you up! Wasn't she?"

"Oh don't be silly. I think she just knew I was tense is all."

"Right. That's why she had to end the class early to go and have a wank in the bathroom."

"What?"

"Tess said she saw Will B-line right to the bathroom after class. Isn't that right Tess?"

Tess nodded.

"She's probably got morning sickness. You know she's only a couple months in."

"Maybe. Listen, do you want to get something to eat with a few of us?"

"I can't Philip and I have to run a lot of errands today. Maybe next time?"

"Aren't you hungry? You're always hungry nowadays!"

"I am but I really need to go. I'm sure Philip has a feast prepared for me."

"Of course he does," Tess said, "That perverted pig!"

I laughed and they left.

Then I was finally the only one in the changing room. Mainly because I was having a harder time putting such tight clothing back on these days but partly because I was waiting for something that I was sure was going to happen.

That's when Willa came in.

She already had her panties off and was in the process of putting up her hair into a pony tail. She closed the door and pounced on me.

I was not expecting her to be that direct...

"I know..." she said between desperate kisses, "...you want...me..."

I was stunned.

She stopped kissing me for a moment. "I've seen the way you look at your friend Mary. And I've seen you staring at my ass in the mirror. We have five minutes before the next class shows up. Shall we?"

I nodded once before she pounced on me. I wouldn't normally pick a sweaty locker room for this sort of thing but I didn't have much time to argue.

I quickly found out how strong Willa was. She had her way with me which was alright in my book. She had me sit down on the chair and said, "You're so big...I love it. You'll just have to let me pleasure you. Is that okay?"

I didn't even respond before she was tearing at my leggings. She ripped them so much that there was no way I was going to wear them out. This was bad...

She took off my panties and started smelling me.

"Oh you're a dirty girl..." I said.

"You have no idea."

She love my folds and rubbed my button so well. She was better at it than Philip. I was going to have to teach him to do it her way. She sucked gently but used her full mouth and I'm sure she was staring up at my girth the whole time even if I couldn't see her.

I finished very quickly and came all over her. She stood up, wiped me down with her towel, then her own face and breathed deeply into it.

Again, I was stunned.

"You had better get going. They'll be here soon."

Then Willa hopped into the shower after carefully stuffing her wet towel into her gym bag. Then she took out a dry one. What had I gotten myself into?

I left wearing my big coat and nothing but my tight gym shorts underneath. I'm sure Philip enjoyed it but I had to pretend that I ripped my leggings stretching. I couldn't tell him about what just happened. Not yet at least...

Then we drove away, Philip with an amused look on his face and me with nothing but confusion on mine.

Two weeks later I was standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror.

Because my belly blew up.

Overnight.

And I didn't know if this was good or bad. Twenty seven weeks pregnant and I was 126 centimeters. I grew eleven centimeters overnight.

I knew I shouldn't be surprised because I ate like a pig last night. The meal I ate before the day's end contained about six thousand calories. I really needed the food. I was starving. I was not expecting to wake up to this however. Maybe this was a sign to bring in a colleague or two for some outside opinions...

Either way, I didn't make it a hair past the bathroom door before being scooped up in Philip's arms and gently placed down on our bed. It's moments like these that remind me that I'm lucky to have a husband as fit and loving as him. I'll have to have him show me a couple back exercises. My new belly wasn't going to lift itself after all.

"How's my pregnant woman this morning?" he said.

"Pregnant," I replied.

"I can see that...did you...did you get...bigger? I mean what happened last night?" He pulled my slip up and rubbed my newly-grown belly. I didn't even see him put lotion on his hands but his hands were so silky smooth. Oh my god I've always loved his touch and today was better than most...

"I've been waiting for something like this to happen. Remember that I'm in my third trimester now."

"Oh, right. But haven't you been for a few weeks now?"

"Technically, yes, but these things don't happen on cue, you know."

"Right, right. How are you feeling?"

"Like I just pumped your giant babies full of a few kilos each. I haven't felt this tired since before the pregnancy."

He stopped rubbing. He looked worried.

I pulled his hand back onto my tummy and pulled his face closer to mine.

"But not nearly too tired for you. I could use an early-morning workout."

I pushed him back on the bed and saw his full member already ready for me. I love the feel of his skin against mine while I sleep so I rarely let him sleep with much on. This had the added benefit of making access to him in the mornings much easier.

I positioned myself over him like I usually do when I need to do things quick and dirty but found something odd.

"What's the matter, Honey?" He must have seen me pouting because he sat up and I could tell he was suppressing a chuckle. The cheeky guy. He knew what was the matter.

"I can't fit anymore!"

"I see that... You've become a very...big...girl, haven't you?"

"Mhmm..." I loved this game.

"Well what shall I do with you?"

"Let me go?"

"Oh not until I'm done having a bit of fun. And with this swollen tummy, it doesn't look like you're able to get away from me, does it?"

I shook my head no.

"Right then. Turn around."

Philip sat up against the back of the bed with his towering, pulsing phallus just waiting to be impaled. I must have smacked my lips without even noticing it because I found them watering with my own saliva.

I turned around to look at it again.

"Naughty girl. Turn around. No looking. Sit on your knees."

I did as I was told and he took my hips in his hands, lowering me slowly over his own hips. I could feel just the tip stretch me wide and then he lifted me up again.

I whimpered. It was so close to being inside. And his fingers were brushing the insides of my thighs just teasing me. He never failed to explore me with his hands whenever he could and I was sure that he was going to reach around to rub my hood like he always does.

I couldn't wait any longer and spread my legs over his thighs a bit more to lower myself onto him. He pressed his chest into my back and I could feel every throbbing vein slide against my lips and into my body. And just on cue, his hand went right to my clit rubbing me like he needed me to climax more than himself.

Then I remembered Willa.

I took my hand from my belly and placed it on his hand and showed him to gently manipulate me like Willa and oh my god. It was too much. I didn't even have time to enjoy it! I collapsed and began shivering on the bed. But he fell over with me and he was still inside. He was in the middle of a laughing fit!

He was smart enough to pull out though and let me be for a minute or two, content to watch me recover from my convulsions.

Oh goodness, I haven't had something like that happen in months and I don't know why. I must be more sensitive than usual today.

Whatever the reason however, I'm sure Philip was at least a little disappointed.

"I'm so sorry Hun! Is it okay if I help you after breakfast? I don't know what came over me!"

He laughed. "It's alright baby. Just relax. You need some time to get used to being a lab mouse after all..."

Oh jeez. Now the girls are hungry. "And now the girls are hungry!"

He crawled over the bed to me and held me close letting me rest against his chest.

"You're so worried! It's okay! You'll be okay. You're a brilliant woman and I'm sure you'll figure all of this out. Don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?"

His hands went to work again. God I loved him.

"You know it."

I sat there for a few minutes in his arms. He managed to calm the unborn babies inside me and I felt them go back to sleep. Then I did. I was so tired. What's strange is that a week ago I had buckets of energy.

A few hours after, we got up and I made us a mess of pancakes.

I concluded that my growth spurt was what caused my day of exhaustion and back aches because the day after I was back to my usual exercise binge. But that was a week ago. And it's happened again.

I woke up yesterday noticeably bigger than the day before and I could hardly get out of bed. Philip convinced me that I should get some help so today I was meeting with my friend and OBG/YN Lia as well as a professional friend of hers for a relatively impartial opinion.

Philip left for the day to let us work together which left me some valuable time to look for something appropriate to wear. I hadn't anticipated any formal meetings and as I've been growing rapidly lately, I have very little to wear.




Vessa Ch. 03



I had to settle for the only blouse that fit me; I bought it about two weeks ago and although it was snug, it did the trick. Unfortunately the only thing that fit around my ass was a skirt that I bought to go with the blouse but hadn't put it on since. It was tight and just a little shorter than I'd have liked but it was all I had.

As soon as I managed to fit on my clothes, the bell rang. I hurried over as fast as my pregnant body would let me and opened the door.

I let the good doctors in and was relieved when my worries were for nothing because Lia and her friend, Dr. Andersen seemed to either not notice or not care. Dr. Andersen was also an older man and I could tell was only offering he assistance as a favor to Lia. I knew better than to push the issue.

We got right to business and I updated both gynecologists about my situation. They both looked like they were about to give me a three hour lecture about irresponsible medical practices. But they spared me.

"You know we need to examine you," said Lia.

"I don't know if that's..."

"- It is necessary. I assume you haven't been examined professionally for at least a month?"

I nodded.

"Then we should really take a look to see if the babies are safe."

"You want to examine me here?" I was sitting on a couch in my study. It was a strange place.

"No, we can go to my office - "

"Lia," Dr. Andersen was looking at his watch. "I really don't have the time for this... And I definitely don't have the time to go to your office. If you want to send me a dossier the I'll help with some consultation but I can tell this is going to need a lot more - "

"We can do the examination now," I said. I was getting worried and really needed their help. "There's a sonogram in the closet. I'll just grab it real quick."

"I'll get it. You unbutton and lie back. Where's your gel?" Lia asked.

"With the sonogram."

She brought it over to me and fired it up. It was a relief to unbutton my blouse and even more of a relief to feel Lia's hands rub the cool gel onto my belly.

"My, my... They're big, Vessa. How big did you say they are?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say maybe three kilos each. They're little monsters in there."

"I can see that. I can also see that they're definitely not that small. They're each easily 3.5 maybe even 4 kilos."

"What?!"

"Dr. Andersen? Would you mind taking a look?"

He took a look at the screen and moved the wand around my belly. "Yup," he said, "Probably four each. You need to stop taking your meds, young woman. If what you said was true you're only halfway done and these babies are not stopping for a while."

"Oh I don't know about that, William," said Lia. "If she stops, it might endanger the fetuses."

"Well you wanted my opinion so I gave it. Her placenta is going to age and cease functioning if she keeps up like this."

"I've thought of that actually," I said, "I've added a few supplements to keep it healthy and strong before the births."

"That was just one reason, there are hundreds of other reasons to stop - "

"I know. But that's not something I can do at this point, There's some other things I'd like to look into as well. I think I know the reason for the rapid growth and would like to enlist a control or two from the hospital's research department."

"You want to give some poor pregnant girl these medicines?" Demanded Dr. Andersen.

"I've already found a few subjects willing to test for me. I've already given them the medicines and instructions so I'll be conducting the study with or without your approval. I prepared the double blind with Lia but in light of certain events, we could really use your help."

Dr. Andersen looked furiously at Lia for a moment. I'm sure he had no idea he was going to get cornered like this.

"You have my contact info. Send me your workup and I'll examine it. But this is not a guarantee and the only reason I'd do this is to ensure the safety of these poor girls you've corralled into your study. Now I must be going."

Lia handed me a towel to wipe down my belly with and I re-buttoned my blouse as we walked to the front door.

"We'd be so grateful for any help you can give us, Dr. Andersen. And thanks for stopping by."

He nodded and left with Lia.

I hadn't anticipated that meeting going quite like that but it was better than nothing.

I went to the kitchen for some food; I didn't tell them but I was absolutely starving so I took the time to think while eating. The few women I had lined up for the study had already been participating in our study for a month and I had a few predictions that I was pretty sure about. And there was one in particular that I wanted to speed up time to see if I was right.

My usually happy-to-be-fat-and-getting-fatter gorgeous pregnant wife has been less happy and more worried during the past few weeks. I can understand why but I honestly couldn't be happier. Vessa's body is drop dead sexy. Ever since her growth spurts have begun I've noticed that all of her weight has been going to her belly. I couldn't be happier because everything stopped growing at the best proportions. Her thighs are now thunderous yet toned, her hips are wide yet slimming, and her tits are swollen yet perky. Of course her belly dominates her body now which is probably a huge turn-off for the vast majority of unlucky souls but I love to see her just get bigger and bigger. Her belly seems to get tighter and less giving as the days go by. It's a shame that I've had to hide my appreciation in favor of being tactful until Vessa's discovers whether or not there's a problem.

Vessa's been in the lab the whole week compiling the data from the subjects in her study and each day she comes home at least a little bit happier than the previous day. I take that as a good sign. She even went into the lab today, a Saturday, to finish her week's work and told me that today would be the day she would learn the good news or the bad news. Of course I was hoping for good news, for her sake and for the sake of the lives in her belly.

I spent as much time doing chores around the house as possible to pass the time while waiting for her to get back. It was dark out, however, before I heard someone at the door to the apartment.

My jaw dropped. Who do I see standing there at the door? None other than Alex with her shy but pretty smile looking right up at me. My wife was beaming right behind her.

"Look who came to visit us, baby!"

I was a bit caught off guard but I was hardly going to let that spoil my manners. "Alex! How are you? Please, you two, come inside. It's cold out there."

"There's luggage in the car babe. Could you grab it for me?"

"Sure thing, hun."

I went to the car and looked all over but found only a single case which had to be Alex's things. I brought it inside.

"Can you help me?" asked my wife. She was trying to get out of her coat which was getting ever more difficult to peel off of her these days.

Alex stood quietly pondering her feet. I noticed that she was wearing one of Vessa's coats which she must have brought with her to the airport. The poor girl was shivering.

When we finally took off Vessa's coat, I put it on a chair and I stood there awkwardly looking from my Wife's beaming face to Alex's timid smile.

"Well then. Can I help you with your coat?"

Alex's voice was quiet when she said, "Can I keep it on actually? I'm cold."

"Of course! Here. Let's go to the fireplace and warm you up."

The apartment was not large by any means but it did have a cozy little fireplace that came in handy on cold or strange days like this. I had tons of questions anyway and all I wanted to do was stop the girl's teeth from chattering long enough for her to speak.

I got a glass of milk for my wife. "Would you like anything to drink Alex?"

"Could I have some water please?"

"Sure."

I poured her some water then sat down on the sofa. I pulled Vessa close enough to me so that I could put my arm around her shoulders to rub my hand over her inviting tummy. She snuggled into my body.

Across from us Alex sat nervously upright in a chair bundled up in Vessa's coat, holding onto her cup of water.

She took a sip. Why was the ice so impossible to break with this girl?

"So Alex, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Her mouth opened as if to speak but Vessa broke the silence.

"I've asked Alex if she would be so kind as to stay with us for a while as a favor for her hospitality in Rio."

"Wonderful!" I replied. Good news I suppose... "Taking a bit of vacation from work then?"

Alex turned to Vessa, worried.

"Well, actually, I've invited her to stay a bit longer than that."

"Really? There's not much luggage..."

Vessa whispered to me in Norwegian, "Her departure was a bit sudden."

"Is everything okay?" I asked Alex.

She took a moment before looking down and shook her head. She looked like she was about to cry.

"What's wrong?"

"Honey, are you still cold?"

A quiet "No," escaped her lips.

"Would you mind?"

She shook her head.

Alex stood up and took off Vessa's coat. It was rather huge on her since Vessa was both taller and larger in stature in more ways than one. I didn't even notice until it was off but I could see now that her belly was swollen. She was definitely pregnant.

I was stunned.

She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a lycra gym top which did little to hide her condition. She looked good with a belly.

"But it's only been two months. How could you be so - "

" - Big? Guess," said my wife. She put her hand over mine and rubbed it over her belly for emphasis.

"You're kidding. Triplets?"

Alex smiled to herself and sat down again. She was big enough that her belly bulged out from her torso even while sitting. Not a huge amount, but a noticeable amount.

"Nope, not quite."

"Twins?"

"No, she's carrying only one baby."

"Then why - "

"Alex? Would you like to explain?"

"Okay. Well I had morning sickness really quickly - ten days after our...night...and I came to see your wife on your last day in Rio. You were out getting food. I took a couple tests and found out I had actually taken after only one night."

"So you think that I'm the father?"

"Oh we know you're the father," said my wife.

"That was the first time in a year that I - "

"I see."

"But I had a test run remotely anyway because, well, I'll let her explain."

After a moment, Alex continued, "That day Vessa told me about her experimental drug and invited me to try it with her and, well, I accepted." She looked down at her belly. "And that's why I'm already so..."

"Pregnant!" said my wife. She was oddly happy about all of this.

"But it's only been two months and you look like you're in your what, sixth month?"

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Oh no! It's okay. Really, you look lovely."

"It's your fault that she's so big, you know," said my wife.

"What do you mean? I thought you said she was taking the drug."

"She is."

"Then what - "

Well a few weeks ago when I had my growth spurt, I set myself to studying the issue a bit more closely. When I looked at the data I found that I was the only...overly fecund...outlier in my test study. Even despite the three girls in here and my general...fertility. My fetuses are fifty percent larger than I predicted they would be before I became pregnant, even including the extra drug growth. Then Alex called me and explained how she could no longer hide her belly any longer and I asked her to fly over while she still can. And so here we are."

"But that still doesn't answer..."

"Don't you see?! You're the reason we're so big!" Vessa was happier than I've seen her in months. "There's nothing wrong with my drug! It was you!"

"What do you mean?"

"I had your DNA studied and it turns out a small fraction of the population - I'm not sure exactly what percentage yet - has a rather extreme reaction to the drugs, probably due to an odd gene. It just so happens that you're one of them. And so here we are," she looked down at her belly and cupped it lovingly.

"But isn't that still a rather serious problem?"

"Not really, we just need to be more careful physically and monitor our nutrition."

"Well that's a relief I suppose," I said. I had no idea what to say. "Brilliant work, Honey. I knew you'd figure it out."

"Thanks, Baby. But Alex deserves some praise as well, don't you think?"

"You're right. Where are my manners? Thanks for your...uh...contribution Alex. You've no idea how much of a weight off our shoulders this is."

"Off the shoulders and into the belly!" said my wife.

"I'm so glad I could help. Really, you don't know how happy I am," said Alex.

There was a strange pause. She was still behind a thick layer of ice for some reason. Despite what she said, she was still so sad... I looked at Vessa. She leaned in to whisper to me in Norwegian.

"Alex called me in tears yesterday when her parents saw her belly after she got back from the gym. She hadn't told them she was pregnant. Plus they're rather...devout Catholics."

"I see."

"They kicked her out of the house so I told her I'd pay her to fly over and be in my study. I was going to set her up in a hotel but seeing how she's pregnant and doesn't speak any Norwegian and has no friends here, I figured she could move in with - "

"Of course she can!" I said in English. "Alex, would you like to move in with us?" I stood and took Alex's hands in mine to pull her up as well. Vessa smiled at me.

She had a tear in her eye and looked up at me, "So you're not angry with me for keeping your baby?"

"Of course not! I think it's wonderful."

"Even though I didn't tell you?"

"You're telling me now aren't you?"

"But won't you hate me for being here, Vessa?"

Vessa labored to stand up and put a hand around Alex's waist. "To be honest, it's my fault in more ways than one that your belly is swelling like this. Did you know that in Rio I was the one that wanted you? My husband was just there for the ride... Besides, I think it's wonderful what you're doing for him." She rubbed her hand over Alex's small belly.

Alex burst into tears and dove into my shoulder. Vessa hugged the two of us as close as she could. "Thank you both so much," she said between tears.

I slept on the couch that night so Alex could have a proper bed to sleep on. Vessa told me later that she passed out almost immediately.

The morning after, my wife woke up bright and early but only because the cooking bacon I was making enticed her out of bed.

She ate ravenously as usual and, also as usual, she had me massage her stomach while she ate so she could fit more inside her. This morning she was a healthy 136 centimeters around and she ate without worry after her findings the day before.

After she was done feasting, we discussed how little room we had in the apartment which became all too apparent with Alex now staying with us. We decided that today we would visit a few houses we had already been looking at since we found out about Vessa's pregnancy.

Alex woke up soon after we made our plans and she came out with her hair all disheveled and wiped the sleep out of her pretty brown eyes. She sat down still looking shy as ever and I brought her a glass of orange juice.

"Thanks," she said.

"You're welcome. Would you like some bacon and eggs?" I asked.

"Oh no, I couldn't trouble you - "

"It's no trouble at all! How many would you like?"

"Are you sure? I'm starving."

"Of course I'm sure! How many?"

"Could I have six please?"

"Certainly."

"Wait. Seven!"

I laughed. "Seven it is."

"Actually I was wondering..."

"Mhm?"

"Instead of bacon do you happen to have any sardines?"

Goodness, the girl was pregnant all right. "I'm sorry, we're all out of sardines. Ran out last week."

"Oh, okay."

"Would you like some bacon though?"

"Not really. Eggs will be fine."

I wasn't about to let this girl go hungry. "Tell you what. I'll run out and get some sardines for you real quick."

"No, that's too much, you don't have to - "

"It's okay, I'm used to getting things for Vessa, aren't I?"

"Oh he sure is," said Vessa to Alex, "How do you think this got so full?" She patted her packed womb. "Trust me, he loves to fatten you up."

"Don't worry. I'll be back in a couple minutes."

"Okay," said Alex. "Thanks for doing this for me. Can you buy a lot please?"

I laughed again. "You won't believe how much I'm going to buy for you."

With that I left for the store leaving a huge grin on Alex's face.

The trip to the store was really a reason to let myself parse everything that happened in the past twenty four hours. In the span of an hour, I learned that my wife's worries were put at ease, my one night stand was growing my love child in her belly and I was going to be a father again. And what's more, my wife seemed to be okay with it all. Solid proof that the woman doesn't go back on her word.

I'm just glad I knocked up a cutie like her. Oddly enough, I now had not one but two pregnant beauties in my home who practically begged me to fuck a baby into them. I honestly couldn't believe the size of Alex's belly already. Of course I realized that she was a pretty small person in general but god damn that belly was only two months full! There's no telling how big she was going to get.

That's when I realized she probably didn't have many clothes in that suit case of hers. I decided to make a quick detour to a shop down the street to grab a few things for her to wear. I've become rather adept at guessing sizes and I bought a few shirts and stretchy sweatpants for her until we can take her shopping properly. I bought them a bit on the bigger size so she would feel more comfortable.

Then I went to the store and loaded up a hand basket full of sardine cans and a few other things I knew my wife would want.

"That wife of yours is gonna get mercury poisoning, young lad," said the older gentleman who owned the shop.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said if she's not careful, your wife's gonna poison herself and that baby of hers. Too much fish."

"Oh right," I said with a smile, "Thanks. We're having company over so she won't be eating them all."

"Your company pregnant too?"

"Um, yeah actually."

He looked up from the register with surprise then grinned. "Good lord they're falling from the trees! Not yours too I hope."

"Haha, wouldn't that be crazy?"

"Sure would."

I drove back and found Vessa already on the treadmill and Alex was doing calisthenics to a program on the television.

I didn't think I had been gone that long...

Out of politeness Alex stopped and came over to me when I walked in.

"Please, you can keep going. I'll make you some food while you do your thing."

"You don't mind?"

"Oh no."

"Thanks! I've got so much energy these days. Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself. Strange too considering how women are supposed to be tired during pregnancy, not hyper..."

"How much has Vessa been able to talk to you about the supplement?"

"Not much. Haven't had much time. Why?"

"Oh she'd be much better to talk to about these things than I. When you get a chance, you should ask her."

She looked down at her belly a bit perplexed. She rubbed it.

"May I?" I asked.

"Of course! I mean it is your baby after all."

She took my hand and put it on her abdomen. She was so warm and her bump complimented her figure so well.

"Here. Let me do this."

Alex peeled her sweaty lycra top up to expose her belly for me. Her caramel skin was so smooth and I could see a single stretch mark on either side of her belly. I traced one with my finger.

"Oh please don't," she said and pulled her shirt back down. "I don't like them."

"It's okay. I think our baby is growing too fast for you not to have any at all anyway."




Vessa Ch. 03



"Your wife doesn't have any."

"That's because I rub her down thoroughly throughout the day. I think we alone keep the lights on in the lotion factory..."

A tiny smile escaped past her guard.

"Here, I bought these for you," I handed her the small bag clothes I bought. "I wasn't sure how much you managed to bring with you so I thought you could use some more clothes."

"Goodness. Why are you so kind to me?"

I just laughed. "It's nothing, really. If you're going to stay with us, I just want you to be comfortable."

She stood there for a moment then stood up on her tip toes real quick to give me a peck on the cheek before hurrying off to the bathroom.

Vessa turned to look at me and I just shrugged and set to work making some food for Alex.

The eggs were smelling excellent and I caught Vessa looking over once or twice to lick her lips. I doubt she even realized it. I brought her some water when Alex came back out of the bathroom.

The clothes were baggy on her despite her growing form but they looked good on her nonetheless. The black sweatpants were something Vessa would never wear because they completely hid her sculpted legs but Alex looked quite happy in them. The t-shirt was loose as well but mostly around the belly. It was a pink maternity shirt but I was glad to notice that her breasts were a snug fit. It came down to just above her butt.

Vessa got off her treadmill and came over to the table with Alex and me.

"Well you look comfortable," said my wife.

"I am! How did you know my size?"

"Wild guess," I said. "Hungry?"

"Starving."

I sat her down between Vessa and I and gave her a plate full of food. She immediately started chowing down. I pointed to the counter where sardine cans were piled high.

"Oh my goodness!" she said through a big mouthful.

"How many would you like this morning?"

"Four I think."

I opened them and set them down in front of her. I gave an extra one to Vessa because I knew she wouldn't mind eating anyway. My two pregnant baby makers chowed down on their respective meals and I had the pleasure of sitting back and enjoying the moment as two different gorgeous women packed their bellies full to feed my growing children.

Vessa finished and leaned over as much as she could to massage Alex's modest belly. "Philip does this for me whenever I eat. How does it feel?"

"Mmmph," was Alex's muffled reply, "Good."

"You'll be hungrier if you let one of us massage you while you eat. You should let us help you so that my babies' brother or sister gets nice and big so they can all play together."

"Okay," she said.

She managed to pack down an extra two cans before she couldn't eat any more. Her belly looked just a little more snug in her t-shirt than it did before.

I cleaned up and Vessa and Alex went over to our small but cozy living room to talk but mostly to digest.

"Philip is going to take me to my yoga class in a few minutes. Would you like to come with me? Trust me, you're going to need it."

"I don't know. I only just got here."

"It's great exercise and it's fun to show off your figure there. Everyone there is going to be jealous of your figure."

"You think so?" Alex looked down with a shy smile.

"Mhm."

"I don't know," she said after a pause.

"It's okay you don't have to go today. The offer stands whenever you want to go."

"Thanks, Vessa. It's really kind of you to be so welcoming to me."

"You're very welcome. You know if you want to you can do some yoga here. I'm sure Philip would be more than willing to...help you stretch."

She blushed.

"You don't mind?"

Vessa leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss. "You tell me."

Then Vessa got up and I helped her put on her jacket. I saw Alex bite her lip and stare at Vessa's swaying hips as we walked out the door.

A few minutes later we were in the parking lot to the yoga studio and I gave Vessa a long kiss before she left putting my hand on her belly.

"Thanks," I said.

"Oh you're welcome. But I expect you to pay me back later tonight."

"I was going to do that anyway."

She pecked me on the cheek and I walked around to help her out of the car.

"You should get home quick, baby," she said.

I looked at her for her to continue her thought.

"She's probably aching for you to get home after I started her off like that."

I laughed. "Right."

I kissed her again and pinched her ass which made her squeal and got her a few jealous looks from other pregnant women walking into the studio.

I drove home as fast as I could.

When I walked through the door to my apartment, I could see Alex stretching in our small living room. She had one leg outstretched along with the opposite arm. Her shirt, though not tight, still showcased her ripening belly hanging down from her frame.

I closed the door and she stood up somewhat surprised.

"Hi."

"Hello, Keep going," I replied. "Don't let me bother you."

"Okay." She was nervous.

It was that moment that I decided to torture the poor young girl. She got back down onto the floor and started her stretches again. I walked over to a large chair in the center of the living room and sat down. She was right in front of me where I could see every move she made perfectly.

To her credit, she continued her exercises in complete quiet. She hadn't put on the DVD yet, there was no music, and there wasn't even the comfort of the pitter patter of rain falling outside. It was so quiet that I could hear the soft rustle of her clothing brushing against her soft skin whenever she moved.

She stretched and every now and then she turned her face nervously in my direction to check to see if I was still sitting there. I was.

After about half an hour passed, I noticed that she was repeating exercises. Her limbs were starting to shake too.

Then she stopped.

She sat up on her knees with her feet under her and turned her face in profile to me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I replied.

"Watching me like that."

"...Because I want to..."

"But why?"

"Why am I watching you? I could watch you all day and not once miss the time that went by."

She took a moment to think about what I just said.

"You mean you don't mind this?" She turned fully to me and put a hand on her belly.

"No. Why?"

She looked down at the ground and said, "I haven't been looked at by a single man since I started showing. Ever since I can remember, I've wanted nothing but to be pregnant and see my belly swell with a man's baby. To know that every day I was bigger than the day before. And now that I finally got what I wanted, I can't seem to find anyone to share it with. My family disowned me, my best friend called me a whore, and no man will touch me. And now I find myself half way around the world sitting in front of the father of my baby and not even he will hold me. In fact, the only one who seems interested in touching me is his pregnant wife."

Oops. I realized then how vulnerable the poor girl was and that's when hindsight told me I shouldn't have been trying to play a game to which she wasn't accustomed.

But I knew how to remedy the situation so I got out of my chair and sat down on the floor with my back to it and beckoned her to me.

After a second or two, she crawled over to me and sat down in front of me.

"Come here," I said. "And turn around."

I put one leg on either side of her and she laid her back against my chest. I put my hands underneath her shirt and took her softly rounded belly fully in my hands. I kissed her neck. She immediately relaxed and I could feel her melt into my body. I pulled her close enough into me so that she could feel my rock-hard member press into her from behind.

"So you don't mind me like this?"

"I prefer you like this."

"Really?"

"Not many women look better when they're pregnant but those that do deserve to always have a nice round belly if they want one. I think you're one of those rare women."

She turned her head back to me and pulled my face down to her lips. I pushed my lips against hers and nibbled her tongue, to tease her while I held her belly in my hands.

Then I could feel her hand reach behind her to slowly stroke my penis through my pants.

"Shh..." I whispered into her ear, "There's no rush."

Alex half turned to me then so that we could more easily kiss one another. I held her shoulders with my arm and massaged her delicate swell with my other. She put one hand on mine and braced against my chest with her other.

When I kissed her I saw her eyes finally close and a single tear streak down her soft cheek. I wiped it off for her.

She was hungry for me. Her mouth kept searching for and pushing into mine aggressively like some teenager kissing for the first time. When I'd had enough of that, I forced my tongue into her mouth if only so that she would submit to my lead. She obliged and purred like a kitten.

I stopped long enough just to say, "You didn't last long enough for me to take you the way I wanted last time. You better be ready for me because today I'm going to get what I missed out on." Then I took my hand and rubbed over her clit through her sweatpants. She squirmed and shut her eyes tight.

"Hold...my belly," she said. She shifted so my chest was to her back again and pulled my arm around to her belly while my right hand rubbed her nub.

I nibbled on her neck and she leaned her head back into my shoulder and she had me explore her body for what seemed like hours.

Eventually I had to have her so I moved my hands up to her breasts, cupping them and swirling her nipples around with my fingers. I tugged on them and flicked them, eliciting a small gasp from her each time.

Her hand furiously rubbed her clit while the other one made its way back to my cock which was ready for her since I first woke up that day.

She got up on her knees for me to pull out myself out of my pants and as soon as I did, she slammed herself down onto my hardened dick.

I gyrated underneath her to start going in and out of her but she stopped me by saying, "Wait. Let me just keep you inside me for a moment."

Her muscles sucked gently on me and I rewarded her with a long kiss and a hard tug.

I pulled my mouth off of hers abruptly because I wanted to see her face as I pushed all of myself into her. She must have thought I was fully inside her but she was in for a surprise.

Alex opened her eyes to wondering why I pulled away but I shut them by massaging her button. I had to crane my neck to look at her lust-filled face. Then I slowly pushed my full length into the small opening she so needfully provided me with. Her eyes opened in shock and she made a quiet gasp when I was finished. She kept me inside like that for another long kiss and then I was done playing around.

I pounded her pussy, lifting her up and down on my manhood until I could feel her muscles give way. Then I pinned her to me like a boa-constrictor until my snake pumped her full of the hot stuff that gave her the growing tummy that she begged me for. She thanked me by falling into my body again and kissing my chest with gentle little pecks before falling asleep from exhaustion.

A month had passed once again and a lot had happened. Vessa and I bought a house together, I started a new project and Vessa had a press conference to organize while still running her drug study. And about three weeks ago Alex started going with Vessa to the prenatal yoga classes and has since made many friends. Especially Willa, the studio's yoga instructor. Willa even offered her a full-time job at the studio as a class instructor after knowing her for a single week. I had no idea they offered so many classes at that studio...

The house Vessa and I bought is a bit far from the center of our small village on the outskirts of Oslo but that's because it's huge. All of the stuff we owned in fact managed to fit in just three of its seven bedrooms. Our closest neighbor is half a mile away which is fine because Vessa's already been making so many new friends at her yoga classes. The studio itself is relatively close at just a little more than two miles away so Alex bought a bike to travel to and from work. She doubts that she'll be able to ride it work as our baby continues to grow in her belly but she's a very fit woman so I think she underestimates her abilities.

I has just watched Alex start her routine ride to work through the snow in her tight lycra gym pants. It became to difficult for her to bike to work due to the snow, as her belly had been swelling significantly, making it more cumbersome by the day. She always refused to let me drive her to work because she didn't want to make rumors worse at the studio despite the fact that everyone already knew she was living with my wife and me. Even so, she's been running hot anyway, just like Vessa, and she says the cold run helps her stay comfortable.

After lamenting the morning wood in my pants due to Alex's remarkable bouncing ass running off into the distance, I walked inside to find Vessa in the kitchen. Today was her big day and we had to pick up her dress, among other things, for her conference tonight in the city. She's been saying she's not nervous about it but I can tell she is because she rarely wears her hair up unless she's got something itching her mind. That didn't stop her from wearing the bare minimum.

My wife has, to my delight, continued to wear almost nothing at home. As she made breakfast, she wore her thong from the night before and an apron to cover her boobs and torso and nothing else. The wonderful thing was that her apron no longer really did the trick. While it used to cover her whole torso, it didn't quite make it anymore as her tummy poked out from the bottom of it leaving her thong on full display. Her tits had also obviously grown since she bought it and so it did little more than cover her nipples.

I sat down at the table to watch her. She smiled up at me.

"Morning honey," I said.

"Hey babe."

"Ready for tonight?"

"I think so."

"Anything you need to do before we start the day?"

"Well I need to make a couple phone calls but that's about it."

"Sounds good. I'm going to go put on some clothes real quick before we eat."

I could tell something was off so I made my exit a slow one.

"Actually," Vessa said, "Could you do me a big favor today?"

I turned around. "Sure thing hun, what do you need?"

"This might seem weird but could you do me a huge favor and just sort of stay close by me tonight? You know how I am with crowds. I mean this conference is just so important. If the investors like my presentation, the product and well, me," she looked down at her belly and cradled her belly with her hand, "they might fund an actual, full trial for us."

I knew what she was trying to say but I kept looking at her feigning confusion because I wanted to hear her say it.

"...And you're really good at helping me relax at things like this when there's so much pressure."

"You didn't even have to ask, love."

"In fact," she continued, "Could you do something to take the edge off before we start the day?"

"Want to finally try out the shower?"

Her eyes lit up she nodded. When we moved in I installed a fixture to our huge bedroom shower so that a sex swing could hang down from it and we hadn't yet had a chance to try it out.

I walked over and she gave me a deep kiss. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she slowly flipped some of her eggs in the pan all the while keeping her eyes closed which of course made me smile halfway through our kiss.

We laughed.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungry today."

"When aren't you?" I said and gave her ass a nice hard slap before rushing out of the room to set up the swing.

We ate breakfast as fast as possible and then we were off to the races. I already wasn't wearing any clothes and I ripped Vessa's apron and tiny thong off her body as we raced upstairs to the shower.

The swing itself was simple to use and we had Vessa safely strapped in record time. I turned on the water and teased her by just soaping her up.

"I need a good stuffing babe, not a good soaping."

"Oh, you're a dirty girl."

"I am but not the way you seem to mean. Now put down that bar of soap and fuck me."

The girl didn't want foreplay today so I pushed her torso forward in the swing so her bulging belly was facing the ground and pushed right into her snug little pussy. The swing was amazing. It let us fuck much harder than normal since her whole body was suspended. But putting the swing in the shower was a touch of genius because it made fucking in the shower so much easier. I slipped a couple times but we were getting a new shower mat anyway.

Vessa wrapped her legs around mine and pulled herself into me to add more force to the position. The water definitely made penetration more comfortable for her. I noticed we were both pruny already.

Then she pulled herself up with the arm straps and positioned herself so that her back was nearly touching my chest and started bouncing up and down on my dick. I took the opportunity to grab some soap to put some suds on her body so she was slick against mine. Faster and faster she went, I could tell she was getting close. I used the straps to lower her body a bit more into me as she was coming down one time which made her whimper aloud. But she didn't stop so I put pressure on her clit for her since her hands were preoccupied. Up and down she went and just when I thought she was going to break my dick off with this angle her body shuddered as she came and she leaned back into me in the swing. She slowly pulled myself out of her and checked.

"You didn't come from that?!" she said surprised.

"No, but you seemed to have a good time."

"Yeah," she said through labored breaths, "but it's a workout."

"I noticed."

"How long do you think that was?"

"I dunno, five minutes?"

"Five minutes?! No way. It had to be longer than that."

"No, five minutes sounds about right," I said. "Your arms must be tired."

"Yeah. If we keep using this thing I'm going to have biceps like yours in a month!"

I chuckled. "Do you like the swing?"

"I love it. I can't believe we haven't done this before. But what about you?" she asked.

"Let's do a missionary sort of thing this time. If you just let it support your back I can pull your hips into me and I can see all of you. Being able to look at your face makes me come."

I got on the other side of her as she secured herself in the swing's back straps. Vessa was avoiding my gaze and making a cute little shy smile and her cheeks were blushing redder than a rose.

"Ready?" I asked.

She lifted her gaze up at me, bit her lip and nodded and she gave me the most intense 'fuck me' eyes I've ever seen.

I made the pace slow this time and pushed her hips into me but only just enough to tease. She whimpered again when I put only a small bit of my cock into her. She needed more. Her hands, being free this time, went to rub her nub reflexively in her need but I stopped her from touching herself and move her hands away from her pussy and put them on her swollen belly. All she could do was rub slowly over it.

My rhythms became a bit deeper and I pinched one of her nipples to let her know I would let her tug herself there. Her hand flew up and assaulted her breast, mashing it and kneading it and tugging it until I saw milk flowing freely from her hard nipple.

I thrust almost all the way in once then twice at random. She locked her huge blue eyes on me, hungry eyes, almost angry eyes. She took one of my hands and placed it on her smooth, wet belly where I could feel the kicks of our unborn children. I took some soap and rubbed her down so that her whole torso was covered in suds from her spherical, tight belly to her heavy, pert tits.

She never tore her gaze away and I waited no longer. I thrust harder and harder, I slammed her body into mine. Her pussy was mine. I made sure she knew that with each push inside her. Vessa bit her plump lips again.




Vessa Ch. 03



I took my hand away from her smooth skin and used her curvy hips for more purchase to satisfy myself. I swung her whole body back and forth until I was ready and then I slammed her into me one last time enough to make her squeal. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could with each pump because I wanted her to feel me taking her and I wanted her to feel every bit of my cum as much as possible. Like an animal I didn't let let my pregnant wife move until I had pumped all of my seed yet again into her wanting body.

Vessa's belly has kept growing at a steady pace which is why at the tailor's shop her belly size measured a healthy 140 centimeters. It was also why the dress was quite a bit tighter than she expected it to be.

"I'm so sorry, my dear," said the elderly seamstress, "The measurements I took just last week were so much smaller. Had I known - "

"It's okay," said Vessa, "This will do for tonight."

"Are you sure? I've already let that dress out as much as I can but perhaps I have another dress here that will - "

"Really, it's okay. It's not your fault, I've just been growing so quickly lately..."

"Alright," said the old woman, "Just let me know when you and your husband are ready."

She left Vessa and I in the large changing room to ponder Vessa's predicament.

As a surprise I decided to buy Vessa a congratulatory dress for her press conference to a few prospective drug manufacturers tonight. In advance I forwarded Vessa's measurements to the tailor but had underestimated how much she would grow in a week's time. And now here we were with this absurdly tight dress.

The dress was actually a twin to the one I had bought her in New York those few months ago. It was a deep ruby red over just her engorged breasts and from there down the rest was a rich cream color. The main difference between this dress and the white and black one was the amount of cleavage on this one, of which there was a considerable amount. She still looked tasteful in it but only just. This dress went to her mid thigh as opposed to the other dress's much shorter length so that helped as well.

The main problem is that this dress was skin tight just like the other one. There was stitching in the back to pull the fabric in front completely tight. This had a dramatic effect on how big it made her belly and tits look. But the stitching ended just above her ass where the fabric was once again pulled skin tight.

I got up to close the fitting room door for a bit more privacy so I could drink it in.

"Wow," I said.

"Oh you like it do you?" she replied.

"Yup. This is clearly one of the smartest things I'm ever going to buy."

"It is soft though. Here, feel."

She took my hand and put it on her massive bump. It was smooth.

"But I can't move very well in it," she said.

"Mhmm..."

"And I can't wear heels with it really."

"Mhmm..."

"And the price tag! Oh my gosh, is that the price?!"

"Mhmm...so smooth..."

She snapped me out of my belly rubbing trance by giving me a gentle kiss.

"This dress costs way too much, babe," she said, "I mean I'm not going to get much use out of it. I'm only going to keep getting bigger."

"I don't think you understand. I would buy this dress just to see you wear it for one day. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. If you're uncomfortable wearing it in public then - "

"No. I'll wear it for you. Tonight that is. I'm just worried it's just too...undignified."

"Well it would be if you were trying to sell migraine pills but let's face it, you're trying to sell some baby-making pills! If they aren't convinced the pills are worth it after seeing your milk-filled tits in this dress then they will be once they look down at such a tightly wrapped baby-filled belly."

My wife gave me a lovely giggle and said, "You really like this dress on me, don't you?"

"It's a miracle that I'm not ripping it off you right now."