God I want him pregnant so bad. I want him struggling to sit on my lap, pinning me down on my bed and rolling his heavy, full hips against my crotch until heās comfortable, so big and cute and ready to pop on top of me. I ache hoping for his water to break. Heās got twins this time, and with the pair overdue by nearly a week heās swollen with so much belly water to cushion them that there isnāt a centimeter to spare in his womb.. It strains his back, weighing his gravid belly low past his waistline, pushing pressure onto his plush pink pussy lips under his throbbing cock, rubbing against the underside of his belly. Even slow, methodical movements jostle the large pups in his taut belly, and as they kick and press and push the walls of his tight, overstretched womb he canāt hold back a whimper. His heavy lidded eyes screw shut and his jaw clenches from the pressure. Both hands fly to his quaking belly, breathing low past his lips, caressing his aching skin and grinding his hips against mine. I can feel his enormous weight shifting in all directions against my small body, helpless to do anything but watch him fade into a state of pregnant bliss, his eyes glazing over, biting his lip with little moans that I donāt think he knows are leaking out of him. I watch his hands as they slide across his belly, so full, so active. A small bump pushes outward around his bellybutton, ripe and popped so prettily- I want so desperately for him to just inch a bit closer, no matter the risk of his bloated belly and fat swollen hips crushing my ribs, I need the swirled grooves of that bellybutton on my tongue, need to pop my lips closed around it and gently tug the hard little nub with my teeth. He follows my gaze, shifting slowly backwards with his hands on his hips to grant me my gift with a dark, satisfied grin on his face. He rocks side to side, bobbing that juicy belly inches from my nose. ā You wanted me like this so bad,ā He moans, stretching his arm around the wide curve dancing in my face. āEvery god damn day you wanted it. Dreamt of it. Jerked yourself to sleep every fucking night to the thought of me so heavy with your brood I couldnāt walk.ā He thrusts his hips forward, crashing that perfect heavenly belly against my cheek, bumping my nose so hard it left a sting. He leans back, belly retreating so I could gaze at the life squirming in his womb. āAnd you got it. You happy now?ā One kick high on the shelf of his belly leaves him breathless as one of the babies presses into his ribs, tight against his lungs. He gasps, then pants through a moan. āSo fullā¦hnng god, you fucked me good this timeā¦fucked meā¦fullā¦ ohā¦ā his words slur into a deep groan and the source of his discomfort is obvious to me, given the show is shoved straight in my face. The skin of his belly tightens as the mound heaves, nearly lifting off his lap as the babies suddenly kick into high gear, restlessly pressing joints and hands and feet from the inner walls of his belly. āHoo, ohā¦ ohhhā¦ā he pants through the pain gripping his middle, visibly squeezing the babies lower into his already full hips. āSo pregnantā¦ you just had to get me so pregnantā¦fuckā¦ hooā¦ā He shifts on top of me with little grunts, hands cupping the underside of his squirming belly as he tries desperately to lift the active brood for even the tiniest comfort. āYour babiesā¦ so full- Iām so full of your babiesā¦ hope youāre hap- OUH!ā His hips buck, and itās like dessert before a full meal, a cherry on top as his cherry bursts, an audible āpop!ā from deep in his puffy birth canal as his sweet, wet, hot water breaks. The weight of the babies shifts so low in his hips I can feel them slam against my lap and heās locked in place, too heavy to move, an orgasmic sob crying out when the belly water gushes all over my chest, soaking my shirt with slick so it clings to my chest. When I look back up at him, sitting upright with his belly heaving in his hands, I see a dark head already bulging forward between his pussy lips.
