Who’s the Daddy?

The weeks passed in a haze of anticipation and lingering arousal, the memory of that night replaying in stolen glances and heated touches whenever the four crossed paths. But when Anne’s period failed to arrive—followed by Tanya’s missed cycle days later—the reality of their reckless night settled over them like a thick, electric fog.

They stood shoulder to shoulder in Anne’s bathroom, the sterile white tiles reflecting the tension in their postures as they each clutched a pregnancy test. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of their shallow breaths and the faint tick-tick of the bathroom clock.

The plastic sticks trembled slightly in their hands as the seconds stretched into eternity. Two faint pink lines. Then another set beside them. Identical. Unmistakable.

Both ladies looked at each other wondered would it be Joseph or Marcus which one would be the daddy of their children? On the night they swapped Anne and Tanya the both came inside of both the girls that night given them each two creampies one by Joseph and one by Marcus.

Fast forward 6 months later the girls where trying on new clothes at Anne’s house their bodies had changed from there pregnancies their huge bellies and their huge tits had swollen with milk.

Anne let out a soft sigh as the stretchy maternity dress slid over her swollen belly, the fabric straining against her curves. Tanya giggled as she adjusted her own top, her full breasts heavy with milk, the damp patches on her bra already showing through the thin material.

“This one barely fits,” Anne murmured, running her hands over the taut skin of her belly, feeling the subtle kicks beneath her fingertips.

Tanya turned to the mirror, arching her back slightly as she cupped her own engorged breasts, wincing at the ache. “Ugh, I swear they get heavier every day,” she groaned, her nipples stiff against the fabric.

They strip the clothes off and the both stand there naked looking at the pregnant bodies in the mirror Anne’s pregnant white belly and Tanya’s pregnant chocolate belly.

Anne’s fingers hooked under the hem of her stretchy dress, peeling it up slowly over the curve of her swollen belly. The fabric clung for a moment before surrendering, revealing the pale, tight skin beneath, faint stretch marks glistening in the light. Tanya’s breath hitched as she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. The straps slid down her shoulders, freeing her heavy, dark breasts, the nipples already stiff and leaking.

Their clothes pooled at their feet—a tangle of maternity fabrics damp with sweat and milk—as they turned toward the mirror. Anne’s hands traced the round swell of her stomach, fingertips pressing gently where a tiny foot kicked in response.

Anne pregnant stomach hang low and Tanya was the opposite has her was up high both girls tits had swollen with milk.

Anne’s belly curved low and heavy, the weight of it pulling her hips forward as she braced a hand against the dresser. The underside of her bump nearly brushed her thighs, taut and round like an overripe fruit. Tanya, in contrast, carried hers high and tight beneath her ribs, her bellybutton stretched into a shallow dimple above the swell.

A thin bead of milk escaped Tanya’s nipple, tracing a glistening path down the curve of her breast before dripping onto the hardwood below. Anne’s own breasts ached in sympathy, the fullness making her shift her weight with a soft whimper.

Tanya bit her lip, her dark eyes trailing over Anne’s swollen belly, the curve so full and round it nearly brushed her thighs. "Damn, you look sexy," she murmured, her fingers itching to touch.

Anne laughed breathlessly, her hands cradling the weight of her pregnancy as she eyed Tanya’s high, tight bump. "You don’t look bad yourself, girl," she teased, stepping closer.

Tanya’s full breasts swayed with the movement, another drop of milk beading at her nipple before slipping down her flushed skin.

Tanya was pregnant twin girls and Anne was pregnant with boy. Tanya’s fingers brushed Anne’s taut belly, tracing the faint stretch marks with a slow, reverent touch. “God, you’re so round and big”, she whispered, her own high-set bump pressing against Anne’s side as she leaned in. Anne shivered as Tanya’s nails grazed her sensitive skin, the heat between them thickening the air.

A soft moan escaped Anne’s lips when Tanya’s hand slid lower, cupping the underside of her belly where it curved heavily toward her thighs. “You’re carrying so low,” Tanya murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles just above Anne’s damp panties.

They both hope they where pregnant by there husbands but there was still a big chance that Joseph or Marcus could be the father of either one of there babes.

Anne’s breath hitched as Tanya’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, the elastic straining against the swell of her hips. “We should stop,” Anne whispered, though her thighs parted instinctively. “The boys will be home soon.”

Tanya’s thumb brushed through the dampness already gathering between Anne’s legs, her other hand still supporting the heavy curve of her belly. “You don’t want to stop,” she murmured, pressing closer until their swollen stomachs met, skin flushed and tight with the weight of their pregnancies.

Tanya pulled Anne’s panties down revealing her swollen pregnant hairy pussy. Since begin pregnant nether Anne or Tanya have been able to keep there pussy’s trimmed the both had nice bush’s.

Tanya’s fingers hooked into the lace of Anne’s panties, the fabric damp with arousal as she peeled them down over the swell of Anne’s hips. The elastic caught for a moment on the curve of her belly before giving way, revealing the thick, dark curls beneath—untamed from months of neglect, glistening with the evidence of her need.

Anne gasped as the cool air hit her heated skin, her swollen pussy pulsing under Tanya’s gaze.

Tanya’s finger found Anne’s swollen clit, the pad of her thumb pressing against the sensitive nub with slow, deliberate circles. Anne’s breath stuttered, her hips jerking forward as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. The swollen flesh was already slick, her folds glistening under the dim bathroom light.

“Fuck,” Anne gasped, her fingers tightening on the edge of the dresser, her other hand instinctively cradling the underside of her heavy belly.

Tanya’s breasts pressed against Anne’s, their swollen, milk-heavy curves sliding together with a slick heat. A shudder ran through Anne as the friction sent twin trails of milk spilling between them, warm rivulets trickling down their flushed skin. Tanya’s thumb never stopped its slow, maddening circles on Anne’s clit, each stroke drawing another whimper from her parted lips.

“Look at us,” Tanya breathed, her voice rough as their nipples brushed, sticky with milk. Anne moaned, her hips rocking forward, desperate for more pressure as Tanya’s fingers teased her dripping folds.

Tanya’s breath hitched as she dragged her fingers through Anne’s slickness, the swollen lips parting easily beneath her touch. “Just look at us,” she panted, her own hips rocking unconsciously against Anne’s thigh. “Two horny pregnant sluts playing with each other.”

Anne whimpered as Tanya’s fingers slid deeper, the tight heat of her fluttering around the invading digits. The dresser creaked beneath her grip, her heavy belly swaying with each ragged breath. A fresh trickle of milk spilled from Tanya’s nipple, dripping onto the curve of Anne’s bump below as their bodies pressed closer.

Anne’s fingers trembled as they slid between Tanya’s thighs, her own arousal making her movements clumsy. The thick, wet heat of Tanya’s swollen folds met her fingertips, the hard nub of her clit already throbbing beneath her touch. Tanya gasped, her hips jerking forward, but she didn’t stop the slow, torturous circles she was still tracing over Anne’s clit—each stroke sending sparks of pleasure up Anne’s spine.

Their breaths came in ragged unison, the air thick with the scent of sweat and milk and the musk of their arousal.

Tanya’s breath hitched as Anne’s fingers pressed harder against her clit, her hips grinding forward in a desperate rhythm. “Don’t stop—shit, that feels good,” she moaned, her voice thick with need.

Anne’s own moan tangled with Tanya’s as those relentless fingers circled her swollen clit, the pleasure coiling tighter, threatening to snap. She could feel the slick heat of Tanya’s arousal coating her thigh where their bodies met, the swollen press of their bellies forcing their hips closer together.

Anne’s back arched as the first wave crashed over her, her swollen belly tightening as pleasure seared through every nerve. Milk spilled freely from her aching nipples, streaking hot and thick down the flushed skin of her stomach, mingling with the slick sweat between their pressed bodies. Tanya’s breathless moan vibrated against Anne’s throat as her own climax hit—her thighs clamping around Anne’s fingers, her clit pulsing under the frantic circles. Their shared whimpers filled the bedroom , the scent of sex and sweet milk thick in the air.

Anne shuddered, her sweaty back still pressed against the dresser as aftershocks pulsed through her swollen sex. "Holy shit, that was hot," she panted, milk still trickling in thin streams down the quivering curve of her belly. "I needed that."

Tanya’s dark fingers slid from Anne’s flushed folds, glistening with her slickness as she brought them to her own mouth with a slow, filthy suck. "Me too," she admitted, voice ragged. "The guys have hardly touched us since getting us pregnant."

A fresh throb of arousal clenched low in Anne’s belly at the confession, her neglected pussy still twitching.

Anne’s breath still came in uneven gasps as Tanya’s sticky fingers left her mouth with a wet pop. The air between them hung thick with the scent of sex and spilled milk, their swollen bellies brushing as Tanya swayed closer.

“Shower,” Anne murmured, her fingers trailing through the mess glistening on Tanya’s dark skin—milk, sweat, the evidence of their shared pleasure.

Tanya nodded, her heavy breasts swaying as she turned toward the bathroom, her round belly leading the way. The tiles were cool under Anne’s bare feet as she followed, her own body still humming with aftershocks.

The steam from the shower curled around them as Tanya turned the water to a warm, soothing heat. Anne stepped under the spray first, her swollen belly leading the way, the water sluicing down her flushed skin in rivulets. Tanya followed, her fingers already reaching for the soap, slicking it between her palms before dragging them over Anne’s shoulders, down the slope of her back. Anne sighed, leaning into the touch, her heavy breasts swaying as Tanya’s hands worked lower, tracing the curve of her spine before circling the taut swell of her belly.

“Turn around,” Tanya murmured, her voice rough with lingering desire.

Anne turned under the warm spray, water cascading over the flushed swell of her belly as Tanya’s soap-slick hands found her breasts. Fingers worked in slow, worshipful circles over the heavy weight of them, thumbs brushing peaked nipples still tender from earlier. A shiver ran through Anne as milk beaded anew, swirling white into the steamy water between their bodies.

Tanya’s own belly pressed flush against Anne’s back as she reached around, palms gliding over the taut curve beneath her navel in teasing strokes. “So fucking perfect,” she murmured against Anne’s damp shoulder, her breath hot where it hit wet skin.

Tanya’s fingers trailed lower, soap suds sliding down the curve of Anne’s belly toward the thatch of dark curls between her thighs. “Think we should tidy up?” she murmured, her breath hot against Anne’s ear as her thumb brushed the sensitive skin just above her mound.

Anne shuddered, her hips tilting instinctively into the touch. “God, yes,” she gasped, already feeling the slick heat pooling anew between her legs.

Tanya reached for the razor on the shower ledge, her fingers slick with soap as she nudged Anne’s thighs wider.

Tanya’s fingers traced slow circles through the soapy lather as she knelt before Anne, the warm water cascading over their flushed skin. The razor glided with practiced ease, its edge skimming the delicate swell of Anne’s mound, each stroke leaving behind smooth, sensitive skin. Anne braced one hand against the slick tile, her breath hitching as Tanya’s free hand steadied her trembling thigh, fingertips pressing just enough to keep her still.

"Easy," Tanya murmured, her breath warm against Anne’s inner thigh as she worked with careful precision. The razor caught the light, droplets clinging to its blade before disappearing down the drain with the suds.

Tanya rinsed the last traces of lather from Anne’s sensitive skin, her fingers lingering as she tilted her head to admire her work. The water sluiced between Anne’s thighs, revealing smooth, flushed skin, the delicate folds now bare and glistening under the shower’s spray. A pleased hum vibrated in Tanya’s throat as she traced a single fingertip along the freshly shaven seam, feeling Anne shiver in response.

“Look at you,” Tanya murmured, her voice thick with appreciation. She guided Anne’s hand down, letting her feel the smoothness for herself.

"Your turn," Tanya murmured, pressing the razor into Anne’s palm with a slick sound of skin against wet plastic. She leaned back against the shower tiles, her swollen belly rising with each breath as she spread her legs, water cascading down the dark curls between her thighs.

Anne’s fingers trembled slightly as she slicked soap over Tanya’s thick bushy mound, the lather foaming against dark skin. The razor caught the light as she brought it down with careful precision, the blade gliding along the curve of Tanya’s hip, leaving a trail of bare, glistening skin in its wake.

Anne’s breath hitched as the razor revealed another inch of Tanya’s smooth, dark skin, the warm water sluicing away suds to expose the plush curve of her mound. The contrast of freshly shaved skin against the remaining curls sent heat pooling low in Anne’s belly—Tanya’s thighs trembled under her palms as she worked the razor lower, each stroke deliberate. A bead of water clung to the newly bare swell just above Tanya’s slit, catching the light before Anne swiped it away with her thumb, her touch lingering as Tanya’s hips jerked.

Anne’s breath caught as the last of the dark curls slid away beneath the razor, revealing the full, glistening swell of Tanya’s bare mound—smooth as melted chocolate under the shower’s steam. A pearl of water clung to the plush seam where her thighs met, trembling with each ragged breath Tanya took. Anne’s thumb brushed it away, the pad catching on the sensitive, freshly exposed skin beneath, drawing a low whimper from Tanya’s throat. The scent of soap and musk thickened in the humid air as Anne leaned closer, her own swollen belly bumping against Tanya’s knee, her tongue darting out to taste the droplets beading along the newly shaven skin.

"That feels a lot better," Tanya sighed, her thighs parting wider as Anne's fingers traced the newly smooth skin, still pink and sensitive from the razor. The shower's spray sluiced between them, warm water running in rivulets down Tanya's trembling inner thighs. Anne exhaled shakily, her own body still humming from their earlier pleasure as she leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above Tanya's glistening slit. The taste of clean skin and rainwater filled her mouth, mingling with the lingering salt of sweat. Tanya's fingers tangled in Anne's wet hair, blunt nails scraping her scalp as a shudder ran through her swollen belly.

Tanya’s fingers tightened in Anne’s hair for a breathless moment before she reluctantly tugged her back, her voice husky. “We really should get dried off,” she murmured, though her hips tilted forward in silent protest. The shower’s steam clung to their flushed skin as Anne pulled away, her lips glistening. Water sluiced down Tanya’s thighs as she reached blindly for the towel rack, her other hand still gripping Anne’s shoulder for balance. The terrycloth rasped against Anne’s sensitive skin as she blotted the droplets from Tanya’s inner thighs, her touch lingering just a second too long on the freshly shaven warmth.

“Yea I think you right” as she smack Anne on her fat ass as she exited the shower.