bun

I think about whispering “Do it” in your ear so you can’t help yourself but to finish in me. And wrapping my legs around you to lock you in. And then fast forward.

Your hand cupping the tiny bump, kissing it, trailing downwards so you eat me out while looking at me and the bump you gave me. You kiss under my bellybutton because that’s the most protruded out part.

I imagine you spooning me and rubbing my belly, asking what I want multiple times a day. I know you’d be so attentive, so engaged. So excited to see and feel me get bigger.

You’d be the big spoon and drape your arm over my belly. Giving me room to roll around for comfort but starting cuddled up together every night. I like that you do that, that you want to start holding me and then adjust yourself to whatever I need and want to be more comfortable.

Mostly I imagine how you’d look at me every week. At every phase. How you’d drink me in with your eyes and look at me lovingly. Your eyes never lie. And they tell me that even now. When I feel my most awkward and heavy you still want me.

I also imagine how much you’d kiss my belly. Your lips on my growing bump is something I think about more than I care to admit. Something so intimate. So many places to begin so many paths you can trail kisses across. The intimacy of it all is… breathtaking. Laying your head on my belly turns me on. The intimacy of you engaging and be so attentive with my belly drives me wild. Dragging your fingers along my curves slowly stopping and gently pushing back when you feel a kick, makes me insatiable for you.

My favorite part of being uncomfortably large, round, heavy, struggling to breath and walk? It’s you being at my beck and call. You’re happily in service of me. Constantly engaged in the pregnancy process. Heaving me up now that I can’t stand up on my own. Lifting my belly to alleviate back pain for a short while. Giving me your clothes to wear because none of mine fit. Getting me my cravings all the time. Carrying your baby is coming with so many perks.

I love when your hands are on my protruding belly in public. I love feeling you subtly tell others I’m yours while I’m so aggressively large I can’t even walk right anymore.

all i can think about right now is being fucked full of cum and then you begging me to push it out. at first- i’m confused and bashful. after bending me every which way and slamming your cock into me, you kneel between my spread thighs and stare at my pussy. your eyes get this sleepy, obsessive look in them, i watch you gulp before you rasp to me,

“push it out baby.”

“w-what?”

“my cum. i want to watch you push it out.”

from there i blush harder than i ever thought i could. i lean back on my forearms and clench my muscles until i can feel the cum you just stuffed me with, leak out from my chubby pussy down my thighs. your gaze flickers between the mess my legs and my slightly bloated, cum filled belly. you shamelessly groan and lap your tongue against my folds, simultaneously forcing the cum back in.

i said what i said. i think it’s more intimate and vulnerable to call someone “mama”