Maiesiobreed
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- Joined
- Jun 14, 2011
Robyn's eyelids started to flutter open, and for a sweet, brief moment she couldn't tell the difference between reality and the dream she had just experienced for an all too short moment. Just seconds before she was gliding effortlessly across the pitch, cutting and dribbling past defenders, setting up her teammates with pinpoint passes, and going upper 90 for highlight reel goals like the old days.
This joyous memory and all too much of a tease dream shattered quickly as her eyes shot open, sharp, hard kicks attacking her bladder as she moved a hand to the swollen globe that she called her stomach, groaning as she tried to soothe the child in her that had evidently woken up from her nap at the same moment that Robyn had.
"Ok, ok, just calm down, Mommy is getting up," Robyn said, moaning as she pushed the long blonde hair away from her eyes, ponderously swinging her swollen feet over the side of the couch she had been snoozing on for the past half an hour. The momentum of her body carried her over to the edge, her gravid mound settling heavily in between her plumpened thighs. She shook her head slowly, looking at how her belly, once trim and flat, now pushed her legs apart obscenely, her widened, loosened hips making it impossible for the belly to sit on her lap like it cutely did for the first two trimesters.
She put her hand under the swell of her stomach, running the other over the smooth, unblemished skin. Her red t-shirt only covered half of her stomach, clinging barely, coming to rest just slightly above the popped out belly button that had once been an innie. She looked at the fleshy appendage and flicked it with her thumb, an electricity running through the rubbery stalk, making her moan slightly. God damnit, did everything have to make her horny now? Even her belly button? It was a bane for her, her now proud outtie...no matter what she wore it always stuck out obscenely, an outline for anyone to see.
"Ok ok, calm down, I'm on it," She groaned, heavily lifting her body off the couch, taking swaying, careful steps to the bathroom for what felt like the 100th time that day.
As she sat, she remembered the day she had agreed with her partner to carry their first child. It had been an honor, she said, that she had let her carry their now daughter. The first two trimesters were a dream, just a cute belly jutting out from her still trim body.
But as many women come to find out, the third trimester was a different story. Her breasts had swollen with food, in preparation for the arrival of their little bundle of joy, jumping her up TWO full cup sizes. She had never worn larger than a B cup bra in her life, but now when she waddled down the street both men and women instinctively winced as they saw her chest bouncing up and down on her shelf like belly.
"Just a few more weeks...and this will all be over," she groaned...but what if she was overdue? She pulled her pink skirt back on and waddled back out to the couch, sitting down, waiting for her partner to return home.
Unlike Robyn, her partner was full of energy...and it annoyed her to no end.
This joyous memory and all too much of a tease dream shattered quickly as her eyes shot open, sharp, hard kicks attacking her bladder as she moved a hand to the swollen globe that she called her stomach, groaning as she tried to soothe the child in her that had evidently woken up from her nap at the same moment that Robyn had.
"Ok, ok, just calm down, Mommy is getting up," Robyn said, moaning as she pushed the long blonde hair away from her eyes, ponderously swinging her swollen feet over the side of the couch she had been snoozing on for the past half an hour. The momentum of her body carried her over to the edge, her gravid mound settling heavily in between her plumpened thighs. She shook her head slowly, looking at how her belly, once trim and flat, now pushed her legs apart obscenely, her widened, loosened hips making it impossible for the belly to sit on her lap like it cutely did for the first two trimesters.
She put her hand under the swell of her stomach, running the other over the smooth, unblemished skin. Her red t-shirt only covered half of her stomach, clinging barely, coming to rest just slightly above the popped out belly button that had once been an innie. She looked at the fleshy appendage and flicked it with her thumb, an electricity running through the rubbery stalk, making her moan slightly. God damnit, did everything have to make her horny now? Even her belly button? It was a bane for her, her now proud outtie...no matter what she wore it always stuck out obscenely, an outline for anyone to see.
"Ok ok, calm down, I'm on it," She groaned, heavily lifting her body off the couch, taking swaying, careful steps to the bathroom for what felt like the 100th time that day.
As she sat, she remembered the day she had agreed with her partner to carry their first child. It had been an honor, she said, that she had let her carry their now daughter. The first two trimesters were a dream, just a cute belly jutting out from her still trim body.
But as many women come to find out, the third trimester was a different story. Her breasts had swollen with food, in preparation for the arrival of their little bundle of joy, jumping her up TWO full cup sizes. She had never worn larger than a B cup bra in her life, but now when she waddled down the street both men and women instinctively winced as they saw her chest bouncing up and down on her shelf like belly.
"Just a few more weeks...and this will all be over," she groaned...but what if she was overdue? She pulled her pink skirt back on and waddled back out to the couch, sitting down, waiting for her partner to return home.
Unlike Robyn, her partner was full of energy...and it annoyed her to no end.