To my new good friend curzon-nana who helped make the following possible.
We’re snowed in one night, her and I. We decided to wall ourselves in with blankets and pillows. She loves it when I play with her hair, and outline her curves with my sensual touch. She sits herself in my lap and we just cuddle, casually playing with one another until someone feels horny enough to take it a step further. She’s in bed shorts and a tank top, no bra, so when it gets a bit nippy, or a bit excited, there’s no hiding when she enjoys my touch.
My hands are under her top and massaging those great breasts, and she doesn’t mind. In fact, her muscles loosen, she leans back against me. My oh my, she’s been growing. And her waist? It feels so toned! Someone’s been doing stretches! Meanwhile, her silky hair flays back and tickles my neck and shoulders. I pull my hand out from her shirt and pull it all back over one of my shoulders. When the hand goes back, I tickle her skin with two fingers in the long way back up to groping her full breasts.
She figures that if I’m playing with her hair then maybe I should also try running my fingers around the waistband of her shorts. And then maybe tracing her hipbones with my fingertips, hands panning up her ace tummy. Tickling her sides with the barest of touches.
She wiggles her perfect rump into my thighs and grins at me as I work her. My left hand had now pulled her top up, I swap between breasts, and they feel more tender than before. They’re bigger too, and the touch arouses her more with each passing minute. My other hand has found its way into her panties…
She lets out a content little sigh as her nipples harden at my touch. My firm but gentle hands knead and massage her breasts. To her they feel a little full, aching slightly too, but they feel great. Her heart beats a little faster. She reaches back and runs a hand up the nape of my neck, playing with scarlet curls as my warm breath tickles my ear a little.
She arches her back against me as my fingers teasingly moving lower. She feels the softness of my breasts push against her shoulder blades. At first she barely notices the size increase, the slowly growing weight of them. The tenderness however, magnifies the sensation of my fingers brushing against her breasts and nipples. She turns her head, craning her neck just a little so she can kiss my cheek, striking elegant lines down her entire body. It’s a good thing there’s a big mirror above the fireplace so we can steal a quick glance at her reflection.
She finally notices her inflating breasts. She bites her lip as she stares at us in the mirror. Bigger and bigger they grow… my hands are dipping into her clit now. With breasts like these, it’s only a matter of time until she’s knocked up.
She gently cups her breasts, exploring them, feeling their new size and weight. She always had the hips and butt, now she got the breasts she’d always dreamed of, an hourglass figure verging on comic-book-esque. She’s starting to pant slightly as she gets more and more excited by my touch. However, the hourglass figure is not what she’s after…. No, she wants that final curve, to fill out her narrow middle with a strained, supple, pregnant belly. She wants it so bad. Sure she could go out and find a man. With a body like this it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. But I’m right here, right now. Surely the Elven Queen will have a trick up her sleeve?
Having me for a lover has its perks. She feels her womb magically fill with white hot liquid, and she grins. Taking her hands from me, she rubs her tummy. She starts to sweat, sweat you only make when you’re making love. She then rips her top off and holds my head to her neck, allowing me to only kiss there more and more. Then her belly starts to grow.
A little yelp of pleasure escapes her as she feels the heat within her. She grinds her hips subconsciously, an automatic response to the sensations she’s feeling. She shudders with pleasure, her pale skin coming up in goosebumps all over as my lips work her neck. Normally she’d worry about me leaving marks, but she feels like whatever is happening in her womb right now is going to be more noticeable than a love bite or two… She feels her belly press against her own hands slightly, only a feeling of fullness at first. Her smooth midriff pushes out, rounding like one has taken a deep breath. She move my hands over it, rubbing in circular motions. A bead of sweat snakes its way down her collarbone, over a swollen breast, and onto her belly.
“How does it feel to be pregnant with my child?” I ask, leaving sweet marks upon her neck.
“It feels incredible.” She lets me know how appreciative she is with coos, moans, and gasps of pleasure while her body swells up before me. She grabs hold of my leg, gripping it tightly as she shakes like a leaf, her eyes closed and a massive grin on her face. “Oh god it feels so good.”
She’s pregnant now, and going to be for a long while. With a body like hers, she’ll have no trouble scoring any man or woman she wants, just the way I like her. Though, newly swollen, bucking against me in my lap, neck covered in love bites, tits and belly swollen outward, I like her right here as she is.