Tempt fate!

You wait a few days, hoping she will find you. You strike up conversations with strangers who seem to match her general characteristics. You find you are very personable…oddly enough!

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Hello! I’m Sam, the main character in this story! I’m going to interject into the story now and then with background or other information that the author seems to miss, or that I think may be helpful to the reader. It can’t be all just sex and fucking!

So, to circle back to the introduction, let’s pause a minute and describe myself and how I got to this point! (It’s a little long and there will be sex, promise!) The reason I am surprised that girls are so into talking to me is that they usually…aren’t. I’m under six foot tall, so short. I’m not well-muscled, but I work a physically active job and that keeps me from getting fat. That is, except my big belly. I always joke when people say they are in shape, and I say round is a shape and pat my belly. I stuff myself until I can’t eat another bite at most meals. It’s not like I eat fast food or junk food all day; I eat reasonably healthy food like whole grains and salads. I just can’t stop until I feel my belly all big and round. I feel so content and it kind of plays into one of my fetishes.

I imagine I’m pregnant. Yup. Pretty weird, I know. I bet there’s weirder, so shut it. Most of my adult life after college has been with a big belly. No girlfriends. I’ve sort of I guess developed this idea I’m all I have. I came to think of myself as needing to be both genders for myself. I was always a foodie, and one day I just felt really bad and ordered a ‘little’ of everything. I stuffed myself in a way I never had. When I stood up to go pee and looked in the mirror, my shirt had ridden up. I looked at myself in profile and I guess that full feeling hooked up in my head with something else and made my new kink. I looked pregnant. I rubbed my belly and asked myself when I was due and became aroused and jacked it until I came on my belly and rubbed it in.

Over the years, I’ve gotten better at stuffing myself with larger results for less money. My male doctor gave me issues with the weight so I switched. My new female doctor looked at my chart and told me she wanted to know why I got so big or she wouldn’t take me on as a patient. So I told her some of the truth, that I felt good this way and I intended to get an even bigger belly as I practiced.

The doctor, Leslie, she insisted I call her, told me to fess up. She then pulled her pants down and showed me her cock. She said now that she showed me hers, I had to show her mine. I was naked at this point, so she wanted to know my fetish. She saw my apprehension and disrobed completely. She said she needed to know why I wanted such a big beautiful belly so she could come up with a plan to keep me healthy. She sat beside me on the examination chair. Her penis was about my size and we were both fully erect.

I was absentmindedly rubbing my belly and she started rubbing it with me. I told her I imagined I was pregnant. She seemed a little surprised, but then got this look in her eye and squirmed a little. Then for the first time, I felt confident in my body and my actions. I grabbed her cock, swung my leg over her lap and sat on her cock. It was wet from pre and went right into my butt hole. My belly knocked her back onto her elbows. After seeing she wasn’t going to protest, I rode her like a pregnant woman. She didn’t forget I wasn’t, though, and stroked me in time with my movements.

We must have been at it for thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door. The nurse asked if the doctor was going to be longer. Leslie called that she may be a little late for the next appointment, but the nurse reminded her it was lunch time and if she wanted her to pick up anything. Leslie called a lot of food out and the nurse seemed unsure of it all but ordered it anyways.

“I’m still good for more,” I told Leslie.

“I just have office work in the afternoon, let’s move there now, while everyone else is getting food. Just stay naked, nobody is here.” I pulled myself off of her and she gets up, gathers all our clothes, and opens the door. Coast is clear. I hesitate.

“Sam, it’s fine. I’m just down the hall and turn right and left and at the end is me,” she prods me.

“Let me put my underwear on, at least,” I grab at the pile. I pull out hers instead. “Oops, same color. Let me dig them out…”

“We are like the same size, just put them on. Nobody is going to see anyways!” Leslie puts the pile down and hangs the bra on her finger. “I’ll even put my bra on for you. If you are pregnant, you have to secure those big milky tits, Sam!”

I blush, and being unable to argue that point, I bend over to put on the underwear. She bends over me and with, to my experience impossible ease, secures the bra as she pushes into my butt with her cock. A couple strokes and she is cumming into me.

“Impregnate me, Leslie,” I whisper.

“If I can, I will!” She grinds into me. A minute later, I pull up her underwear, her cock having left its load inside my belly.

“Still want to go another round?” I ask, feeling sheepish and like I maybe let things get out of control. I can’t help but thrust out my hip to pose.

“Of course!” She nearly shouts.

Someone coming in the door calls back. We are nearly caught as she pushes the clothes into my hands and we scoot out the door and down the hall. “Leslie?” We hear the nurse call, confused the exam room is empty. We arrive at her door and we fumble to get her office key out of her pants as the nurse calls again: “Dr. Hornshaft, are you in your office?”

She finds the key and we get inside and close the door lightly before the nurse turns the corner. Leslie dresses quickly and there’s a knock at the door.

“Got your food, Doctor!”

She looks a little disheveled, but opens it anyways and takes the food. “Thanks, Betty!” She says before she closes it before she gets a reply.

“Working hard I guess?” The nurse calls.

“Yes! Thanks for picking this up! I owe you!”

“I’ll come collect tomorrow, then?”

I hear her walk off. Then I look at Leslie. She is wearing my clothes! Then I see all the food. She smiles and brings it over to me. I lean back as I see she’s about to feed me.

“Open wide…” she says as she feeds me a rice bowl.

I’ve never been fed like that. Leslie knew how to rub my belly to help me eat more. I usually had to stop for breaks, but I ate all the Asian fusion food she bought and still felt like I could’ve eaten more.

“You don’t have double D’s like mine, but you’ve got some fat growing up there. Maybe get an A bra or a B.” Leslie is cupping my chest in the bra.

“How far along am I, Doctor?” I say with a pat on my belly.

“Eight months, I’d estimate. Feel too heavy to ride?” She asks, tugging my pants off her hips.

“No, but I’d like to try it with you between my legs,” I tell her with a giggle.

“It’s a great position for many reasons. Especially during pregnancy,” Leslie adds as she pulls her underwear blocking my hole aside and without removing it, sinks into my waiting hole.

We fuck for hours, neither of us getting tired of watching my belly bounce. She may have more stamina than me, and cums three more times before the nurse knocked during a mutual orgasm.

“I’m heading out, Doctor. Don’t wear yourself out! Tomorrow’s another day!”

“Thanks, Betty! See you tomorrow!”

We both smile. We worked out a lot during our hours-long fuck session. She gave me advice on what to eat and how much. When to stop and the warning signs something was wrong. She also suggested she would like me to dress sexy for our monthly appointments.

“I don’t know about that…” I replied. “We’ll see…”

“Start small. Keep my underwear. It looks good on your ass,” she teased me and I smiled and agreed.

So that’s how I came to look like I’m nine months pregnant with twins. And how I’m wearing in public what the author is about to describe as I walk into the fitness center.

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You push open the door and walk in. You are dressed in yoga pants and a B cup sports bra. Your belly hangs out, but you started shaving it like the rest of your body below your head, so it’s hairless. You eye the room. They all eye you back. Everyone is at least a little curious.

You walk to a treadmill facing inward and start a light jog. You bounce along and someone finally walks up to you and speaks.