Friday

When I woke up the next morning I was still in John's bed, and he was still holding me in his arms. It felt warm and safe. I didn't want to get up, but the need to pee eventually drove me out of bed. Dham! I was getting big now, and my breasts were so heavy. I decide to take a shower. Wash off some of the sex from last night. The warm water felt nice on my skin. When I got back out into the apartment, I got started clearing up yesterday's pizza and plates. John was soon up aswell and he greeted me with a "Good morning beautiful" and a smile. The warm fuzzy feelings bubbled up in me again, and I just smiled at him. He hit the shower and got dressed. "I'm gonna head over to the library and get some books I need," he said as he was getting his things together. I nodded, indicating I had heard him. I was busy microwaving some leftover pizza. Just as he was leaving I called out to him "Hey babe? Can you get some more milk on your way back?" He stopped and just stared at me. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, he said... You're just really getting into the role" he smiled. Then he left. What role? What was he talking about... Oh shit!!?! I had just called him babe... like it was the most normal thing in the world. I was drifting more and more into the role of a pregnant girlfriend. This was definitely a side-effect of the pill right? It said there would be psychological changes because of all the hormones.

While John was away I kept tidying up the apartment, my body was moving mostly on autopilot as my mind kept spinning on thoughts of John, that I had called him “babe” and how that was more than a little embarrassing, but also back to how I had felt last night in my own bed, and then the wonderful feeling that washed over me when he had taken me in his arms, kissed me and made love to me so passionately. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, even though it was possible to feel. Was this part of the experience that the pill was giving, or was this something else? Maybe all women felt like this when they were pregnant. Perhaps it was some primal feeling of protection? I was sitting on the sofa now, back aching a little from the weight of my stomach. The TV was on but I wasn’t really watching, thoughts still racing around. Absent-mindedly I was gently stroking my belly. There was a baby crying on TV. My breasts pinched a little. Kind of how your leg feels when it regains blood flow after having fallen asleep. “Oh god… I hope our baby doesn’t cry a lot”, I thought.”...” my mind was blank for a moment. What was I thinking? There was no baby! It's all just the pill. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I had a great feeling of loss and sadness. I heard John opening the door, and shouting “Honey, I’m home”. I quickly wiped away the tears and went to greet him. “Your belly gets bigger every time I see you”, he said with a smile as walked over to him. “Have you been crying?” he asked with concern in his voice “What’s wrong.” I wiped my eyes again. “Nothing. I was just missing you that is all,” I said. I moved closer, and he pulled me in for a kiss.

The rest of the day we spent together on the sofa. I lay in his arms while we watched movies together. I pushed away all rational thought, and just let my mind wander. All the crazy pregnancy thoughts that I knew were not real. I let them wash over me, and tried to enjoy the experience. It felt nice. John was supposed to study but insisted on being with me instead. I felt special and appreciated.

“It’s getting late”, he said. “Let's go to bed, shall we?” I nodded, and with John's help, I heaved myself off the sofa. I was about to walk into my room when I felt him grab my hand. “Where are you going?” he asked. I looked at him a little confused. “Our bedroom is this way” More incredible feelings washed over me, and I let him lead me back to his bedroom. We stripped down and crawled into bed. He pulled me in close as we lay down, kissed me passionately, and gently stroked my belly. “I don’t want you to worry Carmen. I’ll always take care of you.” he smiled. “And the baby?” I asked. He chuckled. “And the baby” he answered. Blissfully I lay there as he kissed me again and again. Kisses turned to make out, and making out became oral. He went down on me and rocked my world in whole new ways, before flipping over and fucking me from behind. My stomach hung low below me, and my sore breast jiggled as he pushed his cock in and out of my drooling pussy. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter. All I wanted now was to just be like this forever, to be John’s woman. To be in OUR bed with him every night. I squealed with pleasure and felt my legs give way as warm sticky loads of his potent seed spurted deep inside me yet again.