Pregnancy had awakened some new, previously unknown dimension to Erin's personality. In those first few weeks, as her lean and slender form slowly began to disappear, she found herself--much to her surprise--not minding the changes.
It was somewhere around the 4th month, on the morning that she looked at herself in the mirror and discovered that her thigh gap had disappeared, that she really began to feel the hunger. As she stared at her naked body her hands slowly caressed her newly plump thighs, now touching each other for the first time, then moved upwards over her vulva, and at last settled on the slight but unmistakable rise of her bump. Growing, darkening nipples hardened immediately as a lightning bolt of realization traveled through her:
She liked being big. And not only that, she wanted to be absolutely fucking enormous.
Erin didn't know if it was hormones, or an awakening maternal instinct to make her the best possible home for her growing child, or her natural competitive instincts being redirected from things like weightlifting PRs and triathalons, and frankly it didn't matter. Whatever the cause, she felt a burning, relentless need to grow, for her body to reach it's literally fullest potential.
It wasn't enough that her B-cups were now starting to push out of D-cups; she needed to know what her limits were. Was a D-cup really it, or could she grow to a DD, an F, or even an H?
It wasn't enough that growing bump was starting to make her pants too tight, she wanted them to be impossible to even pull up over her thick thighs. Her unborn child deserved a mansion of a womb to live in, and if that meant she wouldn't see her feet again for months, so much the better.
She wanted the widest hips possible, for the easiest and safest birth. She wanted the thickest ass possible, to support her new size and allow her to do everything needed to prepare for motherhood. She wanted the fattest tits and the longest nipples and the largest milk supply, enough to feed a whole neonatal unit.
Staring at her early pregnancy body in the mirror, Erin knew what she had to do. She was still less than halfway through her journey, which meant plenty of time to grow. All she would do for the next 5 months would be to eat, lift weights, and rest, all in the service of maximum growth. Becoming optimized for motherhood was her new mission, and she would pursue it with the same fanatical focus she had pursued her other dreams.
Just then, she felt the strong, warm hands of her husband as they cupped her swollen breasts. A jolt of lightening ran from her nipples to a clit, and Erin reciprocated by grinding her increasingly curvy ass into his crotch. She made a mental note to add fucking to her list of approved activities, because she knew that she was only going to get hornier as her body thickened. Besides, the cardio would be good for her.
The best. 🥰
