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  By the time I’m six months pregnant I look like an over inflated jiffy pop container about to explode. I can’t do anything but waddle around. Even when we’re laying in bed, I lay in on my side with my belly jetting in and out with the kicks from my strong sons. He thinks he’s knocked me up with twins and he can never know the truth.

  Not if our marriage has any chance of survival.

  He lays with me beside my naked body. He touches me, strokes all the right parts but it doesn’t feel right. Good. My body only craves my dentist and to be with my husband, it makes me feel like I’m cheating on the wrong man.

  I’m a horrible person, but I tell Jeff I have a headache. I push myself out of the bed and with my hands on my lower back I waddle over to the full length mirror.

  I’m a sight to behold with the overextended abdomen and giant swollen breasts so large they seem to defy gravity. The nipples stick straight out and I hold my big belly as the babies thump my clit.

  So horny I rub my extended belly button. It’s protrudes so far that it looks more like a nipple. Jeff comes up behind me and rubs my belly from behind. His cock is hardening and I can feel it playing between my butt checks.

  I moan because I know that’s what he needs as he pulls my hair and suckles at my neck. It does feel good. He slides his hands up my body and squeezes my breasts. My nipples begin to leak and I know if he was Jackson, I’d be trembling to have him inside of me.

  Instead I push him away. “I need to go see the dentist. I think I chipped a tooth.”

  “Oh poor baby.” Jeff looks sad. “Want me to drive you?”

  God, wouldn’t that be awkward. “Nah, I’ll take myself. While I can still drive, right?” I smile at him and take wide steps toward the closet. My baby belly is getting so big, I can barely dress myself these days.

  But I do in a form fitting knit t-shirt style dress. Barely covers my pussy and the fabric is transparent around my growing belly. The front becomes stained from milk since I’m not wearing a bra and I look like an obscene cow.

  It’s hard to ignore how sexy I am. How much my swollen grotesque body turns me on.

  So I slip on a pair of flip flops and waddle my way out of the house. All the while my lower back screaming in pain and my pussy screaming with desire.

  When I get there, I’m horrified to see that the dentist office is closed. Protectively I cradle my belly and read the sign on the front of the door that says Doctor Jackson was arrested for improper behavior. He’s currently being held and he plans on fighting the charges.

  I can’t believe it. Slowly and awkwardly I lower myself onto a park bench. Legs spread wide I cry and rub my belly that never stops moving. I’m pregnant with Jackson’s twins…and a large set at that. And I have no idea when I’ll see him again.

  It’s unacceptable so I struggle to my feet, nearly gasping for air and waddle to my car. It’s time to do something about him and this entire situation.

  ****

  By the time I get to the police station, my cheeks are flaming with anger. I sit what seems like forever in the police office, waiting to see Jackson. I’m slouched in my seat and my hands rest on my high and round belly. How big it is is almost grotesque when I’m finally called.

  I can’t even get up I’m so big. One of the officers grabs my arms and helps me to my feet. “He really did this to you? You’re married to that sick freak?”

  “He’s not a freak.” I glower at the man and rub my back as we slowly make our way down to police holding. “I wrote your check so why don’t you get him for me so I can take him home.”

  “Yeah, okay.” The officer doesn’t believe me from the way he looks at me. I glare at him as he steps behind the prison doors and in a few minutes later Jackson comes out. He isn’t shaved and he looks glum as all get out.

  But then his eyes fall on me standing there, lovingly rubbing the belly he’s given me, forced upon me, and they light up. There’s lust in his eye as he takes in the sight of me so stretched and primed.

  “Marcie,” he whispers.

  “We can go home now, husband.” I say to make a show of it. “I’ll show everyone what a great man you really are. I promise.”

  “You came.” He whispers as he comes up to me. Both of his hands caress my monstrous belly. “You’re the only one who came.”

  “Oh, Jackson,” the way he’s gripping me has turned me on. We start kissing like no one is watching. Clawing and tugging on each other.

  “Okay, get out of here you freaks.” The officer throws us out, but I don’t care. All the way to my car we rub and grope each other. I have no idea where we’re going but all I know is it’s away from here and away from my husband Jeff.

  Hiding

  I feel bad about my husband, leaving him like this, but it’s clear who my body craves as we drive over to a hotel across town. Jackson is driving my car since I can barely fit behind the wheel anymore anyway. But his right hand is on my crotch and I’m so horny I can barely lay still. I hump my pelvis out so he can rub every inch of it.

  It’s swelling with desire. Sweat is clinging to my forehead as I moan and grip the arm rest. The seatbelt separates and crushes my breast, making me so rich for sex. I want to take him at the stoplight, my eyes rolling back into my head with the sweetest of ecstasy.

  But we make it to the hotel and rent a small cottage separate from the pack. It’ll be a good place where we can have sex, no one can hear us, and Jackson swears, “I’m going to worship your body like the temple, growing and stretching out baby, just like it deserves.”

  It’s music to my ears as Jackson gets me from the car and helps me waddle toward the cabin. I see a river downstream that I think might be fun to explore. But I have no clothes except the dress I’m wearing. I’m sure soon enough it’ll be stretched until it starts to tear. Four months left with my pregnancy with a pair of twin boys that are stretching me like an inflated balloon.

  It’ll get worse before it gets better. So much worse.

  I moan as I think about it. Jackson helps me into the hotel room and lays me on the bed. My dress rides up and shows off my panties full of swollen pussy. I lay there with my legs wide, rubbing it with both hands, barely able to reach from how big my belly is.

  “That’s my job, baby.” Jackson rubs his face against my pussy and I realize he’s going to take me.

  I grip the headboard with both hands and my legs fall open as his tongue swirls against my pussy.

  My head falls back and I moan. “Oh Jackson…Jackson…” It’s like torture to have him kissing my panties. It seems to take forever for his teeth to tear the fabric away. Then I tremble as his tongue slides into me. Everything slips away as he pleasures me like I know I deserve. It makes me tremble.

  Until finally, my limbs are shaking and Jackson kisses me. The taste of my own juices turns me on. His body grinds against me as he holds my majestic belly in his hands. Thrusting into me, his cock stretches me open.

  And I grunt, clinging to him.

  “I think I love you, Marcy. Will you leave your husband? Will you be mine forever?”

  I nod that I will. Hungrily I kiss him and know I’ll be with him forever if he’ll have me. I can’t even find the will to speak or think for myself anymore. I’m all Jackson’s and I’ll do whatever, whenever he says.

  It was a long time before sleep came for us that night and by morning I was so hungry. But first, we needed to come up with a plan.

  ****

  Nine months pregnant with twin boys meant I was bigger than ever. I could barely get out of my own way.

  That week two important things were happening. Jackson’s trial would be coming to a close. And my divorce was final.

  I was ready to move on. Start a new life. And give birth to my big boys so maybe my body might be mine again. At least for a little while.

  But first we had to clear the trial. When I’m called to the witness stand, I can barely walk thanks to my giant girth. In a short black skirt and a clingy top, I’m all
baby belly. I waddle side to side, barely able to walk straight and then lower myself into the witness stand.

  Gripping my belly I agree to tell the truth except I lie. I alibi my soon to be husband and tell them we were having sex and he couldn’t have knocked up those underage girls. Secretly Jackson and I agree he has to be more careful.

  When the verdict is read, I pray hard and Jackson is vindicated but he is stripped of his license to practice in our state which means we need to move. Which is just fine with me.

  “As soon as we’re married.” Jackson says to me in the car. We’re stuck in traffic and he rubs my belly with his free hand. “I promise, baby after this I’m done knocking up strange woman. I promise I’m just going to knock up you.”

  I smile. “I plan on making you. I want to be knocked up by you forever.”

  He leans forward and nuzzles my ear. I’m so turned on that my nipples begin to drip milk. I can’t wait for us to get home.

  ****

  Our belongings are packed up and ready to go. Meanwhile Jackson and I head to the justice of the peace to be married. I am exactly three days past my due date, but it’s getting close. I’m carrying lower and my giant basketball is more like a giant inflated cone. Pointed rather than round and pushes all my tops out so far I look like a massive tent.

  Getting around now is near impossible. Now Jackson and I can barely find a position comfortable enough to have sex and I have never seen anyone more knocked up than me.

  The look on the justice’s face says he hasn’t either. “Waiting to the last possible second I see.”

  I rub my lower back. The lace dress I wear won’t zip up and my belly is so wide and big, the form fitting wedding dress doesn’t come past my pussy. He stares at my white garter high up on my meaty thigh and begins the wedding proceedings.

  Jackson is turned on. I can see his giant cock swelling in his pants. We recite our vows and Jackson holds my belly in his hands the entire time. Rubbing it, stroking it, and I struggle to contain my desire.

  Once we’re married he kisses me so passionately that I lose myself in his arms. Jackson pushes me against the wall and makes me turn around. My legs spread and I push my bare ass out so he can take me right then. I think the justice left, but I can’t even be sure.

  All I could be sure of was that Jackson pulled my hair back as hard as he could as he slammed his cock into me. I was so swollen, it hurt. I cried out in pain as he held my hips so hard the next morning they were bruised.

  Moving Day, Birth Day

  The moving van was loaded and I took my seat in the passenger side of things. The seatbelt was restrictive over my belly as we left the state. I’m nine days past my due date and the doctor frowned against us leaving with my contractions already started but we really wanted to get some distance.

  In the van, I moaned. My head to the side and rubbed my monstrous belly. It’s so big now even my black shirt is transparent along the front. My knees fall out and the short shorts I wear are wet from the constant dripping from my pussy.

  “We’ll be there in three hours, Marcy.” Jackson glances over at me with worry in his eyes. “Do you think you’ll make it that long?”

  I nod that I will, but I doubt it. My eyes are closed and I grip the back of my headrest. I push my ass down into the seat hard and blow out with the contraction. They’re getting worse and I don’t want him to know how bad they are. I want to look like I can handle them.

  A half hour later we’re stuck in traffic so bad, we might not make it to our new home for another four hours. “Jackson,” I huffy, my face sweaty. The contractions are tighter together than ever. I groan and throw my head up toward the ceiling and my back arches as I scream.

  He leans over and caresses my belly. It just hurts. Tears in my eyes I stare at him. “We’re not going to make it.” I say and then I groan and push my chin into my chest. “I need to push…I need to…Oh God…” I scream, straining my neck and my legs go out straight.

  There’s water running everywhere.

  This is it. I’m about to become a mother.

  ****

  Jackson pulls the moving van over into the ditch and lays me beside it so no one can see. People stop and some call for help but no one will get there soon enough. That much I’m sure of.

  Contorting in pain, my knees are bent and I’m screaming for mercy. My belly jiggles high up in the air like mount Everest as I push and push out the giant babies. It’s like I’m being punished for my desires, ending my marriage. Now my insides are tearing and I can feel the head crowning.

  “Hang in there, Marcy.” Jackson squeezes my hand as I push. The look of concern on his face is so intense that I lean over and kiss him. Passionately, hotly, like that desire will never really burn out even as I’m giving birth to his giant babies.

  He grips my hair as the first of our babies are born. All ten pounds of him and he’s gigantic. Beautiful. And in a few minutes I have to get ready to do it again.

  “Oh, Jackson.” I moan with pleasure as I rest on the ground and the two large boys suckle at my breasts like it’s going out of style. I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. I lean my head back and just let them work over me. I know it’s for my milk, they’re just babies, but it feels so good.

  Jackson rubs the side of my face. “I can’t wait until you heal baby.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask him seductively.

  He grins at me. “Like you don’t know.”