The One-Piece Suit

We had been living together for about two years when I approached her with the idea. She knew of my preferences, and we had some wonderful sex where she would talk about being heavily pregnant, but when I came up with the idea for her involving the one-piece bathing suit, she took right to it, like...well, like a fish to water, I suppose.

I told her my story of how I had used a plastic bag underneath a shirt (and sometimes tucked inside sweats as well) to simulate a pregnant belly, with the resulting warmth and pressure on my cock providing a mind-blowing orgasm. She was fascinated. She said it seemed a natural progression, from talking about it in bed to play-simulating it. She was open to just about anything when it came to different ways of getting us off. This one looked like it just might work.

When it comes to the building up the anticipation, nothing beats drawing out the planning stage. She waited until the weekend to ask if I wanted to go out with her clothes shopping, casually tossing out the nugget that, since she had really grown out of the last bathing suit she owned, that it would probably be a good idea to get a new one. Did I want to come? Of course, the joke here writes itself.

We got into the car and traveled out to the sports specialty shop. When we got to the Aquatics section, she made the effort to browse the swim goggles and fins, noting out of the corner of her eye my reactions as she seemed not the least interested in heading over to where the suits were sold. At last, possibly sensing my increasing agitation, she shot an "easy, boy" at me, and sauntered over to have a look. She took her time, tsk-tsking over the fact that a bikini might be nice as well, but not particularly practical for this application. She got to the one-piece racks, and looked for more than a few minutes. It was fun to see her put such an effort in to the purchase. And she saw me chuckling as she tested various suits, tugging the front of the material as if to test how far it might indeed stretch on her at the mid-section. Finally, with a wink, she picked up a blue number with a diagonal silver stripe coming from the left shoulder down to the right hip. We headed home, she taking particular pains to point out that maybe it wouldn't be big enough in the middle, maybe the seams wouldn't hold, and so on. I could barely get comfortable in my seat, as my erection seemed to keep getting in the way.

Once home, she took pity on me and expressed interest in trying out the new toy. She headed into the bedroom, me close on her heels, to change. I took the opportunity to get comfortably naked. Nude before me, we embraced, her whispering into my ear "honey, I have to admit, this is turning me on something awful", and she guided one of my hands down to her mound, and her fur was wet to the touch. I kissed her back hungrily, then she pulled out the suit, removed the tags, and slipped it on. Sure enough, there was a bit of a gap at the waist. "That's your area of expertise", she said simply. Then, before she led me off to the bathroom, she looked me deep in the eyes. "Fill me up". I promised to try.

She sat down on the side of the antique claw-footed tub, and I went and got a bag to use. Coming back, we tucked it inside the suit, with the open end of the bag gathered together just at the neck. We tested the water temperature by running the shower for a few seconds, getting it just to body temperature. Then she settled herself down into a lounging position, and rested her head against a folded towel behind her head. Finally, we removed the showerhead and its hose from its bracket, and tucked it inside the neck of the bag. Finally, she twisted the open end around the hose a few times, and I secured it with a twist-tie. She was ready to go. I pulled up a chair and scooted over right next to the side of the tub, giving her arm's-length access to my erect self. She asked if I wanted to do the honors, or should I. I told her to go ahead. She reached up and behind herself, and turned on the shower.

It took a second for the warm water to run the length of the hose and out the showerhead. Then it was in her, filling her. We could hear the water gurgling as it merrily ran down to the bottom of the bag, pooling at the bottom right between her legs. She smiled slowly. "I like it," she said. I could see where her wetness had already started soaking the material between her legs. I reached down with two fingers, inside of the suit, and rubbed her clit for a few seconds...she sighed in an approving way. Then more water started to fill her.

The lycra in the suit took her suddenly burgeoning middle in stride, and began to round her out. She spread out a bit to the sides, and she took her hands and held her new belly from below, smiling and giggling as it grew. She bounced it from below a few times, and the satisfying slosh it made was cute and sexy.

After a few minutes, the water had gotten to a point where it was now filling out the built-in bra cups. She said that the sensation of the warm water over her nipples was heaven. I reached over to run my fingers around them a bit, playing with them the way that she liked when we played. She moaned with pleasure. Her belly had now filled out quite a bit in the front, and she wanted to readjust her position in the tub. She leaned forward, and her belly filled out in front of her, almost reaching to her knees. She crossed her legs underneath her, and sitting this way, her belly floated all around her, covering over the sides of her hips and her bent knees. She was now all belly. I told her how close I was to coming, and she obligingly told me to turn off the shower, as she could not now reach it easily herself. I strained forward to reach it, then settled back. She masterfully stroked my cock back and forth, and leaned to the side enough so that she could take me into her mouth. As the explosion built inside me, she suddenly released her hold on me, and slowly pulled me out of her mouth. "Hold that thought, sugar. Haven't you always wanted to come on a pregnant woman's big ol' belly?" I nodded, and was ready to go, right now. "Hang on, can you? I want to do one last thing for you." I was on the verge, but took a minute or two, measuring my breathing, until the urge to come passed. I was still hard as a rock. "Ready baby?" she asked. Ready, I said. She held my cock again in her right hand, and snaked her left around her back and up above her, to grasp the faucet handle one more time.

She turned it on, then threw it all the way over to the strongest flow.

As the water roared inside her, filling her out so impossibly round that I thought that suit would burst every last seam right there in the tub, I heard the roaring in my ears as well. Her breasts were ballooning crazily, and she sat up with her back straightened, and watched herself expand to the point where her belly actually shuddered under the force of the water. She covered fully half the tub's length now. She stroked and pointed my cock right dead center at that belly.

"Now, lover. Now."


EE

Body Lust 1: Belly

I had been marveling at her breasts ever since she had told me that she had nothing on but that sexy black bodysuit under her soft, red robe . She had undone the robe's sash, and let it slip off her shoulders and down to her waist. She had really filled out since I had seen her last, and the bodysuit hugged that very pregnant figure and its every developed curve.

We made our way to the bedroom, the robe now forgotten on the floor.

As we fell into each other as only long-time lovers can, she nibbled on my ear about mid-way through the festivities.

"I've got a new trick I can do for you," she cooed. "I knew it would drive you wild."

Anything you do drives me wild, sugar.

I was halfway through working the bodysuit off her, and I had it peeled down to just below her beautiful, wonderfully round pregnant belly. She scooted away from me then, and got up on her hands and knees on the bed.

"Look at what I can do!"

Her belly was swaying below her and barely -- just barely -- brushing the mattress. Actually, it was the popped-out belly button that was bumping against the sheets.

"You like? I know it had always been a little fantasy of yours, to see me grow so big that I could almost balance myself on the bed without having to lower myself."

I liked. I lusted, actually. She saw the signs in my eyes. She got off the bed and pointed at me with one curled finger.

"Lay yourself down right here, cowboy." She patted a spot near the head of the bed. I wasted no time sliding into the directed position. My fully erect cock bobbed as I scooted the last few inches into the right spot. She then climbed over the foot of the bed, and lowered herself between my legs, bumping and rubbing my cock with her solid mid-section, and smothered my face into her over-ripe breasts.

She always did like seeing me get off slipped inside that glorious cleavage of hers before she was pregnant. It turns out she liked me doing the same on that lovely, enormous belly. After the first that just couldn't wait, it was her turn, with me guiding her favorite vibe as she urged me on with her hands, exploring all over her mounds, both upper and lower. Returning to just flit casually around her clit, it wasn't long before she surrendered to herself. It was beautiful to see, and I always felt wonderful knowing that she was getting off on herself as much as I was.

The late news was now on. Both hot and tired, we left the sheets only half-on us both as we lay there in the flickering light.

We fell asleep later with me behind her, cupping one arm under her breasts, as she rested her right leg over my thigh.

It all started with that damned glorious black bodysuit.

EE

Working Up A Sweat

I wanted to call this post "Dealing with our preferences at home, at work, and in society in general", but then thought better of it. I was compelled to post after a situation that happened where I work yesterday.

My work team consists of a core of ten people, and because of the kind of work we do, we tend to have very close working relationships. We also meet once a week for a staff meeting. At this week's meeting, one of our team members announced that she was pregnant. This wasn't that unexpected -- we had all attended her wedding last year, and we knew she and her husband wanted children. But...then she said she was pregnant, about 8 weeks, and was due in July. That was reality. None of the other females on my team have been pregnant since I've worked here. As I took in the words she was saying, I knew my pupils were dilating. I shifted in my seat, as I suddenly became very aware that I was becoming excited at the image of her soon-to-be expanding curves. She's not even my type, I thought, but the subtle teasing of my id was not to be ignored.

I chastised myself. I mean, it's great self-knowledge to know what your triggers are, but for god's sake, you have to show a little self-restraint now and then, too. I went home and thought about how I should handle this (I know, this is all very egocentric. She's the one who's pregnant. Just focus here for a moment).

Well, there was a confluence of events that happened last night. I posted the video below this post of "Skinny", and those women were rattling around in my head. Very erotic. Then I saw another image on a blog relating to someone in a bikini. That got mixed in with the video. Then this news from my co-worker. I went to sleep with all this stimuli. Something had to give. I worked it out in a nice, warm shower the next morning.

I am at a point in my life where I refuse to not allow lust a way in to my brain. Lust makes anything possible. Lust is good.

This morning, I knew I needed to diffuse the tension between what I was feeling and my co-worker. I IM'ed her and told her congratulations again for the great news. I also told her that she was going to look so cute and sexy with a big, pregnant belly. She is about 6'1" or so, and has an athletic, slim build. She laughed it off, saying she was interested in what she would look like herself. I told her, in an off-hand way, that I'd have to watch myself, because I found pregnant bellies very attractive. She tool it in the spirit intended, laughed, and said "I love it when you stop by my office to chat...you always have a way of making me laugh." Ahh, off the hook.

It will be a fun seven months. And it made me wonder...we all have our little preferences or fetishes, if you prefer (if not, why are you reading this blog?). How do you deal with stimulating events that happen out of your comfort zone at home? For example, ever get so turned on at work that you had to get yourself off right then and there? I have. Thank goodness for the big, roomy, accessible stalls at work. How about you? Share a sexy story with me in the comments, or via email at: explore.eros@gmail.com

EE

Filling The Void

The life of a surrogate. Always something different, with different women coming to you, asking to bear their children for them. And the look of absolute love when they finally received the baby that they themselves could not bear. She enjoyed that part, making couples happy. This last pregnancy had been a challenge. As luck (and fertility drugs) had it, she had carried five. Yes, quintuplets. She was lucky, however, in the fact that her body was extremely acceptable to the surrogate pregnancies, and her uterus retained an elasticity that made carrying one or five just as easy. Easy, she chuckled to herself. If they only knew. 

For in reality, she loved the feeling of pregnancy. The body changes. The stimulation of the breasts, and their growth. The general feeling of well being as the pregnancy hormones took effect and her body became a perfect vessel for nine months, give or take. But by far her favorite, most cherished part of her nine-month odysseys was her belly. Her uterus swelling, her belly accommodating it, and the whole feeling of enormous weight and gravity in front of her, with her everywhere, apparent when she stood, sat, walked, slept. She always secretly wished that one of these times, she'd need to be confined to bedrest. Then she could just concentrate on eating right, and growing that massive belly girth that she enjoyed. 

But right now, the need was different. She had delivered her five, and was back home. It was a few days later, and the easy delivery had left her missing the whole experience. Bottom line, it came down to wanting that belly again, to the need to be so filled. That brought her to the present time, and the package she received today.

A friend of hers online had told her about it, and she had to order one for herself. She blushed a bit now as she opened the package. "Waterbelly Willy" it read, and as she opened it at the kitchen table, she saw what to her looked like a regular jellied dildo. Heck, she had plenty of toys like this within easy reach. But then, as she took it out of its packaging, she saw what now made it different. The end of it, at the base, had a nozzle attachment for water hookup. And the rest of it, well it looked realistic enough, felt very pliable. She grasped the length of it with a practiced hand, and felt its heft. The question was, would it fill her enough? Well, she'd soon find out. 



She took the coil of white hose that was included in the package, and figured out how to attach it to the base of the Waterbelly Willy. She then went to her bedroom and arranged the pillows so that she could prop her back up in a comfortable position. This done, she went in to the small bathroom connected to the room, and hooked the faucet adapter to the brass fixture. She uncoiled the tubing, finding that there was plenty to reach her bed and then some. According to the wonderfully concise directions in the package, she was now supposed to "Arouse self to supply sufficient moisture. Insert Willy. Turn on water supply. Enjoy. Use at own discretion." Woohoo, how exciting could you get? Shrugging her shoulders, she decided to go for it. A gleam appeared now in her eye. And she began to think of the possibilities. 

She decided to just lean back, and think over the last few months of her latest pregnancy. The size and shape of her belly then. The roundness. The way it made her feel to move around with it. Soon, she knew with a chuckle that she had acquired the requisite amount of moisture to do the job. She took Willy from where it lay on her nightstand, and slowly eased it up and down against her mound, feeling its surface softly move across her clean-shaven skin. Slowly, she teased it around the sides of her outer pussy lips, teasing it in and out of her folds, getting it slick with her juices...then, inserting it partially so that just the head slipped in, she rolled it around, and pressed up towards the top of her at the same time. The pleasure was immediate, and striking. Mmm, this could definitely work, she thought to herself, as she slid the rest of it into herself. It fit wonderfully, and felt very smooth and cool inside her. 

She now had to stifle a laugh as she looked down to see a hose trailing out from her pussy, leading to the bathroom. Well now, what a problem. I don't want to have to go back and forth between the bed and the sink to check the water pressure. Well, I'll fill it a little and then work with that. That settled, she eased herself up off the bed, went over to the bathroom faucet, and turned on both hot and cold sides...a little more hot, so that it would be warmer. She then hurried back to the bed and nestled herself into the mountain of pillows she had prepared. The water took its time to travel through the entire length of the tubing, and in that half-minute or so, she worked the dildo around inside of her again, started again to think her erotic thoughts about her belly and breasts, and waited for a change. 

She didn't have to wait long. When the water ran its course and hit the bottom of the Waterbelly Willy, the result was instantaneous. She felt the water enter the dildo and run its length, feeling nicely warm. It plumped out inside of her a bit, fattened a little. Ooh, this feels nice. And then, she could feel the head of it swell inside of her...swell, and stretch. It felt as if it knew its way inside her, and was seeking something. As she worked it around with one hand, her legs spread out to either side, she felt it find its mark. It bumped the top of her cervix, then retracted just a bit. Nahh, this thing didn't have a mind of its own...what was it up to? Then she figured it out; it had retreated a bit because it now started to plump out to the sides. It was growing fatter inside of her. The sensation was wonderfully, deliciously, sensual. 

Oh God, she thought. The feeling...wanting to be so full again. Wanting to have something, anything inside of me to fill that space between my legs and up within my womb.

This was unlike any dildo she had ever used. The water supply chugged along merrily from the faucet, through the hose, and in between her welcoming legs. Pushing, filling, stretching. She then thought about her recently vacated uterus, and reached down with one hand to rub the stretched out portion of belly skin she carried with her. Another week or so, and the lack of pregnancy hormones would really start firming her back into shape. Breastfeeding also sped the process along. But here she was still in her post-partum state, and she was ready to be full again within. 

The Waterbelly grew more and more sideways, ballooning within her. It then reached the sides of her womb, and settled for a moment. The sense of fullness inside her was wonderful. She gingerly moved her legs to the side of the bed, and stood. The weight inside her felt snug and plump. She walked slowly to the bathroom, only half-aware she was doing so. She was enjoying too much the familiar feeling of the pregnant waddle she loved so much. She reached the faucet, and without giving it a second thought, turned the water on harder. 

Standing in the bathroom, she closed the door behind her, and took a look in the full-length mirror that was attached there. There was a slight belly forming already at her middle, plumping up the flesh that had so loosely hung there before. She was amazed -- and as she stood there, admiring her profile, it was already shifting some more. She had to place one hand on the sink counter to catch her balance -- she was filling out quite rapidly now. The Waterbelly had managed to seal itself against any leaks, as she felt nothing dripping from her, except her own excitement. She opened the lid to the toilet and sat down. Cupping her hands under her now expanding waistline, she watched as her womb pushed outwards, inflating more and more, and taking her tummy with it. She then noticed that her breasts had not let the excitement escape their notice. Her nipples were plumped up, and as she squeezed one, it hardened in response, and a small trickle of milk emanated from the tip. She then held both in her hands, and pushed them together in the middle -- and what a middle! It was rising to the occasion, and reaching more towards her breastbone. Her belly now pushed her legs more to the sides, and it became clear that she once again had the familiar curves of a heavily pregnant woman. She played with her clit there, observing it in the mirror and seeing how fully plumped it had become, and how deeply wine colored. And still the device inside her pumped on. 



After being mesmerized for 10 more minutes, one hand on her bulging belly, one playing with herself, she decided to get up again and move back to the bed. She staggered to her feet, reeling with the new weight after so recently being emptied. She grabbed for the towel bar that was across from the sink. Her belly now lurched forward, pulling all the weight in front of her and down...she was forced down into a semi-squatting position as she grappled with the overblown belly that now loomed before her. It took her a few tries before she could get upright again. Then, her backside arching incredibly, she waddled and heaved her way back to the bed. In her haste, she had forgotten to turn off the faucets. 

Mmm, she ached...but it was the kind of ache she was looking for. She plopped herself down onto the bed, and wrestled with herself to try and get her left leg up onto the bed. It wouldn't go. She tried grabbing under her knee and lifting, but her passion had created a fine sheen of sweat over her body. Finally, she gave up fighting with it, and leaned back onto the bed, then rolled sideways. The sound of all the water shifting inside of her was a cascade of waves, bounces, and crashes. She got to her side, then bent her knees and lifted the right leg to rest her thigh against her belly. She was barely able to, but managed to kick at the sheet and cover enough to bring it within grabbing distance. She pulled them both up to her chin, then reached underneath the sheet and cradled her burgeoning belly with both arms, and her thighs. The water slowly gurgled on.

She felt warm, comfortable, safe...filled. More and more. Content with the feeling that she had turned the water off, her eyelids started to close on her. She thought back, dreamily, to the fun she had had in her last months being pregnant, when she went to the swimming pool dressed in the largest maternity bathing suit she could find. One-piece, it was stretched out to maximum just attempting to hug all her huge curves at once. But oh, could she float then...float...float...she drifted off to sleep. 



It's an amazing bit of creation, the uterus. From a muscular sac that starts out the size of about a fist, it can expand when filled and cajoled many times its size. In this case, it had done work, overtime, and holiday pay as well. She awoke out of a dream where she had been floating in a pool but then the next thing she knew she was leaning against the wall at the bottom of an empty pool. She opened her eyes with a start. She figured her dream out in a flash...she had drained the pool. 

She looked, puzzled, at the bedspread she had pulled over her. From her vantage point, she saw a big mound in the middle of the bed, like she had stuffed a few pillows under her to sleep on, like she did when she was pregnant. But she didn't remember doing that before her nap. Also, her left leg, under her, had gone completely asleep, numb. She hated that. The pins and needles feel when it woke back up was torture. Then, she realized that, even though she was under the covers, her belly was very cold. She felt an aching in her right leg now...and her right arm hurt too. Now a bit worried, she reached up and threw back the sheet and comforter.



The water had been left on. The warm water had run out...minutes...hours ago? She wasn't sure. However, she was sure, incredibly, of what she saw before her. Her uterus had kept expanding, like a giant old-fashioned waterbottle. Her uterus, being made of bands of tissue that crossed in front of itself, had ballooned and swelled out to occupy most of the rest of the bed to the right side. Except for the connecting muscle strips between the uterus. The effect was that of rolls of fat, with a huge inner-tube shape, then a valley back in to the middle, then another tube shape...one stacked over another, seven total she counted. Then, the massive indentation right down the top of her belly, splitting it in half side to side. She was like a massive, segmented beachball. Her uterine muscles had given their all; her stomach walls had followed, totally losing all tone to stretch to their capacity. When the fluid got too much for her belly cavity, it had flowed down to her thighs, swelling them to the point where each felt like an overstuffed sausage. Finally, apparently the internal pressure in her was too much to allow more water in the dildo; the coiled hose had disconnected from between her legs at some point, and had fallen to the floor. She could imagine the water soaking the carpeting now. 

She then attempted to roll from her left side on to her back. Like she imagined the Michelin Man must feel, she couldn't get herself to budge...she was too solid with liquid. Her thighs pumped against each other, to little avail. She reached under her overswollen breasts to grab her left underarm, then her shoulder. With a massive tug, three total, she began to roll to her back. It was a wild, slow motion, progressive sight. First her butt rolled right, then she felt her right leg tumble up, over, and down to the bed, then her belly began its arc. It started to go straight up, then buckled over to the left again, and the fluid sort of emptied from the bottom of her to rush to her right side, resettling the cargo on deck of this huge freighter of a body. Her sheet and comforter had long since been pushed off her by this activity; she now saw all of her in her monumental glory. Overswollen breasts, pushed to the sides of a massive, rounded, inner tube constructed belly, and fat thighs that pulsed with the sound of pressure, and wetness. She'd figure out how to get out of bed and empty all of this later. Right now, she didn't have much time to think of her peril. She felt the undulating waves of sensual pleasure build up within that overstuffed belly, deep down inside her clit and mound and vagina...her fertile crescent, she moaned, as the mere action of moving side to side built up the pressure inside her, brought her to the precipice of orgasm, then pushed her over the edge as she felt down, grasping and lifting her left breast with one hand and pinching, teasing her swollen nipple, while the other hand traced the curvature of her belly, unbelievably round, inordinately stretched, harboring the capacity for not one, but at least two full sets of sextuplets... She moaned softly to herself as the wave broke, and the orgasm shuddered and shook her body, sending ripples against her tightly stretched body...mmm, two full sets, yesss...and full-grown, too...

That Sexy, Conspiratorial Look

After I found myself at college, far away from the house I grew up in, I reveled in my new freedom. I became involved in student activities, and lived on campus for two years, and was a residence adviser (RA) for a year. The benefits of being an RA included your own single room in the dorms, and a small stipend. It was great to have a door capable of being locked at times, when I wanted to be alone to play, or share with a certain female companion.

My third year at college, I moved off-campus to a newer apartment community that had sprung up around the fringes of the college. I also was heavily involved in my psychology curriculum, and loved just about all of my classes. It was in a class that involved teaching the correct way to interview subjects, and how to create and deliver a proper questionnaire, that I met her.

We both had a tendency to come in last-minute to class, so we sat towards the back, usually within just a seat or two of each other. We got paired up once for an in-class assignment, and seemed to hit it off pretty well, so we sought each other out for assignments from then on. She had an easy laugh, long blondish hair, and knew how to speak about sex in casual conversation, in a clinical conversation, or when we were just being stupidly silly.

She also had a steady boyfriend. Isn't that the way it goes? Well, I was in-between relationships at the moment, so I figured that the "our time" we shared in class would be enough. I didn't know it would become more than that.

One day, we'd paired up as usual to complete an assignment in-class. This one was asking questions off a questionnaire to gauge when someone had first experience masturbation, what the experience was like, if fantasy was involved, and if so, what seemed to trigger the erotic feelings...an image, a sound, a smell? Well, it turned out that our instructor wanted it paired up male/female on this, so it worked out wonderfully for us. When it got to the part where she needed to ask the questions, I could hear her breath catch a bit when she heard that, for me, my earliest masturbation experience involved fantasizing about having a pregnant belly. She handled it wonderfully though, and went right through the rest of the questions, and then I asked her. After the class was over, on the way out, she asked me, point blank..."how much of that was real, and how much made-up?". I told her the answers were as real as the ones she gave me. "Hmmm, interesting" she said. She gave a low, conspiratorial chuckle, and then was on her way home.

I asked her, off-handedly, if she lived on-campus. Yes, she said, with my boyfriend. She told me where, in case we ever needed to study together -- it was about three buildings down from my off-campus apartment.

Fast-forward six months or so. We've built quite a friendship, and she has hung around with Mr. Steady though this time. She misses two classes one week, and then leaves a message on my answering machine asking for notes from them. When I finally get a chance to catch up with her, she gives me the news -- she is pregnant, and Mr. Steady, well, was actually Mr. Not-So-Much. He had freaked out, didn't want any part of this, and it had all ended badly. She was going to have the baby, but definitely wanted to give it up for adoption. I immediately volunteered to help her through whatever she needed. She thanked me and said that would be great.

It turned out to be a good bonding experience between her, me, her close girlfriends, and, in the end, her parents. All this is prelude to what happened one summer evening, when she was about 7 months along.

Having known my sexual preference in fantasy, she invited me over to share some pizza and watch a movie on a Friday night. I happily obliged, throwing on my sweats and a college shirt. Once we ate some slices, and sat down to watch the movie on her couch, we talked back and forth about recent news with our mutual friends. I asked her how she was feeling now, and she got that fun, conspiratorial look in her eye again as she cocked her head slightly towards the side. "I have a question for you", she said. She kept her gaze level with mine. "I know you love fantasizing about pregnant women...have you ever fantasized about me? Be honest, now." What could I say? I told her the truth, that ever since her belly and breasts had begun to expand a few months back, that she had become my major fantasy that kept me occupied when I did get off. I hoped she would take it well. I hoped she wouldn't hit me. "Well, I kinda figured." She laughed, snorting a bit. Then this..."so, dontcha think it's time you try this pregnancy thing out for a bit?". My mind reeled. The only thing I could remember was that, a while back in class, we had talked about pregnancy simulators for men, which was a specially-formed suit that some counselors used for men to experience a bit of what it might feel like to be pregnant...however, I knew they were expensive, and I didn't think she had one stashed around her apartment anywhere. "Hang on a sec." she said. She slowly got herself off the couch, said "Don't peek; I'll be a few minutes", then headed back for the kitchen, rummaged around for a bit, then headed to the bathroom.

I was intrigued. I was excited. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck.

After a few minutes, she called me back to the bathroom. When I got there, I saw the scenario she had laid out for me. In the bathtub, she had her soft, white vinyl bath pillow she used to prop her head up when she took baths...which were getting more infrequent these days, since she had grown larger and her center of gravity was thrown off. She had pulled up a chair next to the tub, and asked me to get in. Before I did though, she had me put a huge garbage bag she had found up inside my shirt, and had me pull the open end of the bag through the neck of the shirt. Then she had me tie off the drawstrings on my sweatpants a little tighter. "You ready now," she said. "Kick off those shoes and socks, and I hope you don't mind getting a little wet, potentially." She also twirled around in her hand the removable shower head on a long hose that she had detached from inside the tub. "Time for you to get pregnant, young man."

She very obviously saw the erection that shoved through the front of my sweats. "Aww, that's sweet" she said, noticing. "Time for a little workout. How much weight do you think that thing of yours can support?" I was speechless. "Well, hop in, let's see". I did as I was told.

Resting against the vinyl pillow, I moved my legs apart a bit on the bottom of the tub. She meanwhile turned on the water experimentally, testing the temperature by running it into the sink next to the tub. When she got it to a nicely warned temperature, she turned back towards me. "This won't hurt a bit" she said, as she snaked the showerhead into the top of the bag under the neck of my shirt. She tied it off with a twist-tie. "Here we go, one preggo male, coming up!" She turned on the water.

The results were very comical, and very sensual. The water flowed into the bag, and the bag filled up under my shirt, giving me a fast version of what she looked like. As I expanded, the "belly" came to rest on my erection, and the pressure it caused was tremendous. At one point, she had me try getting up, but as I leaned forward, the bag threw my balance off, and all I could manage was to fall back, helpless under this mad scientist's experiment.

She let me grow more, and as I expanded, she slipped a hand under the multi-month belly I now hard, and found my waistband...undoing it, she slipped her hand down to my erection, and began rubbing it, bouncing her hand off the water-filled bag above, then coming down hard on my shaft. I got so into what she was doing, I lost track of the water, and closed my eyes...when I opened them about a minute later, my shirt was all but filled, and my pseudo-pregnant belly was so big that the sides were now coming up the sides of the bathtub itself. I was now a massive water belly with some legs and arms attached. She took pity on me then, and got me off after a few minutes more. We then drained the bag (almost a story in itself), and got my wet self out of the tub. Now dripping, she asked me to just leave my stuff in the tub, and that she'd wash them and get them back to me before I left. I obliged, and, rather longingly, looked at her now naked and very pregnant form. "Come on," she said now, "You're soaked. Let's get you dry, and then we can get back to the movie...later". With one last conspiratorial look, she toweled me off, and then led me by the hand back to her bedroom instead. The movie and pizza would have to wait.

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Epilogue: Inspired by this real-life adventure, I got two stories out of it -- Filling The Void, and Pregnant Paws. I'll present Filling The Void next, then save the other for some other time.

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P.O.V., And The Blogging Pervert

I was looking at my blog the other night, after having just spilled my guts out virtually in front of myself on-screen. Then I thought about tossing it all away and deleting the blog -- again. Yes, I've made attempts at this before, because the writer inside me just won't shut up. But I also don't kid myself. If you take a look around the 'net at what others think of those with sexual preferences or fetishes (though they once meant two very different things), you'll see that, outside of the fetish community itself, there isn't much praise for being different. Of course that's how the world works, and I understand that. I also understand that there must be loads of people who say one thing then do another, because I know that the way I present myself to the outside world at my job, and in everyday situations, you would never think for a second that I might like women with extra curves in certain spots. There must be others out there.

However, here's the thing about any sort of preference surrounding a woman's body that even suggests pregnancy -- traditional thoughts of the pregnant woman never seems to rise above mild interest unless you're talking about the impending father (and that's if the mom-to-be is lucky, sometimes). Now enter me, who sees the curvature of the belly, breasts, and hips (hell, the whole body) as a turn-on, and you've got trouble. Pregnant women are helpless, and should never be looked at in an erotic way -- they've got a job to do. Oh sure, occasionally you will get the woman who says she enjoys being pregnant, being able to eat whatever she wants, having a reason to "get fat"...but ask her again after the baby comes. Time to tone up, for sure, but time to slip back into the mode of downplaying the curves and the weight once more. Pregnancy is never erotic, the body shape is never erotic. Bull.

Searching web pages and blogs, I've noticed two things. One is that, if a woman becomes pregnant, and dares to post pictures of herself while pregnant on her site, that a pregnancy fetishist will find those pictures. He (it always is a he) will then apparently hound the woman for more pictures, or to hit on her incessantly until she needs to pull not only any photos, but the whole site as well.

OK, let me make myself perfectly clear: I hate these guys. I hate them because, even if you get off on a picture of a pregnant belly (and sure, I do), you do what any self-respecting fetishist does -- you take the pictures off the site, and do what you want with them on your own time. You don't harangue the woman into a panic that you're about to show up at her door. Jesus.

The second thing I've found is that, given point number one, there is only one term for someone who finds such a body erotic -- pervert. I have pretty thick skin, but that name is really good at making someone feel even more isolated for having a "different" P.O.V. on one vision of the human female body than they already have labeled themselves.

But you see it everywhere...and the label sucks. I understand that a woman getting harassed by someone who doesn't know the boundaries is a bad thing. But to use the label as a brush to paint anyone that finds the pregnant body attractive downplays the downright lovely way the body looks at this time of her life.

And man, I wish they could see that not every guy is an idiot pervert who doesn't respect boundaries.

Some of us just want to worship you and get off on your eroticism. You know -- that quality you really aren't allowed to feel then.

I learned at an early age that, for me, the curves of the body were everything. I could care less about the baby inside. That's just me. I want to groove to everything about that overripe body type. I don't want kids myself; neither does my wife. Thank goodness. But that doesn't turn off the erotic switch. Go ahead, label me whatever you like. It won't change what I enjoy.

And so, I'm going to blog about it.