Walk and talk

I kept walking, phone pressed to my ear, the morning air doing nothing to cool the heat still running through my veins.

And I told Sue everything.

I didn’t hold back. I started with the blind date, the way Lisa had walked in with that enormous belly straining against the tiny black dress, those massive H-cup tits resting on top of it like an offering. I told her about the restaurant, the taxi, the awkward coffee at her flat, and how I’d been ready to leave until she looked at me with those pretty eyes and said she could make it worth my while.

Then I told her what happened next.

I described the way Lisa had taken my hand and put it on her huge, tight pregnant belly. How she’d guided it lower, under her dress, and shown me she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. How wet she was. How she’d begged me not to treat her like she was fragile.

I told Sue about the phone call.

Every filthy detail.

How I’d stayed buried inside Lisa while she answered her husband’s call. How I’d kept fucking her in slow, deep strokes while she tried to sound normal. How her pussy had clenched every time I bottomed out against that massive belly. How she’d had to bite her lip to stop from moaning when I played with her leaking tits.

Sue was quiet on the other end, but I could hear her breathing change.

I didn’t stop.

I told her how Lisa had come so hard while her husband was still on the line. How I’d filled her again right after. How she’d looked at me afterward and said I could be the last person to ever be inside her like this — this big, this full, this pregnant.

And then I told her about the morning.

How Lisa had woken up with contractions starting. How she’d kissed me at the door, heavy belly pressed against me one last time, and made me put my number in her phone.

“She looked at me and said in a few months, when she’s healed and ready… she’s going to call me,” I said, voice rough. “Because she wants another one.”

I swallowed.

“She wants me to put another one in her.”

The words hung in the air between us.

Sue still hadn’t said much, but I could hear her. The way her breath had gone shallow. The faint rustle like she’d shifted position on whatever she was sitting on.

“I can’t wait that long,” I admitted, the words coming out before I could stop them. “Fuck, Sue… I can’t. Last night changed something in me. I’m already hooked. On the belly. The way it feels. The way she looked carrying someone else’s kid while I was the one stretching her cunt and filling her up. The risk. The phone call. All of it.”

I ran a hand through my hair, still walking.

“I keep thinking about it. About how she looked. How she felt. And now she’s saying she wants me to breed her again once this baby’s out and she’s ready…” I let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I can just go back to normal women after this. I want another pregnant one. Soon.”

There it was. Out loud. To my best mate’s girlfriend.

Sue was quiet for a long second.

Then I heard her exhale, slow and deliberate.

“You’re serious,” she said. Not a question.

“Yeah.”

Another pause. I could almost picture her — blonde, trim, probably sitting on Malc’s couch in that red dress from last night, phone to her ear, cheeks a little flushed.

“You really want another pregnant one,” she said, voice lower now. “Not just Lisa. You want more.”

I didn’t deny it.

“I’m asking for help, Sue,” I said quietly. “I don’t even know what I’m asking exactly. Just… if you hear anything. If you know anyone. If there’s a way to… I don’t know. Stay in the loop with Lisa after the baby comes. Or find others like her who are in the same situation. Lonely. Horny. Carrying a big belly their husbands don’t want to touch anymore.”

I stopped walking for a second, leaning against a lamppost.

“I need this now. I can’t explain it. But I do.”

Sue was still quiet.

But she wasn’t saying no.

I could hear it in the way she was breathing. In the fact that she hadn’t hung up or told me I was disgusting or that I needed help.

She was listening.

And she was turned on by it.

I could tell.

“Jesus, Ryan,” she finally said, voice a little hoarse. “You really went and caught the pregnancy fetish, huh?”

I closed my eyes.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think I did.”