Pregnancy countdown II (3 more months later)

It has been three months since Tommy caught you and Mr. Wood fucking in the pool and your life has changed dramatically.

Your belly, for starters. It's quite large, although still not to the "I swallowed a basketball" stage of eight and nine months. A few weeks ago you had to think up an excuse to leave your parent's house. Your mom was dropping all sorts of hints about how fat you were getting so you announced you were going to a gymnastics camp and then hid your car in Mr. Wood's garage. You're living with him now and it's been working pretty well.

You open your eyes to stare out Mr. Wood's bedroom window. You can hearing the whirring sound of the weed whacker. 'Back out in his garden again,' you think.

You roll onto your back and prop yourself up on pillows to look at your growing body. Your youthful figure has filled out to that of some sort of teenage fertility goddess. Your breasts are massive. Okay, maybe just huge, but you've definitely gained inches and a cup size. Double D now or maybe an E. Nothing seems to fit for long so you just wear your old bras and pop out all the time.

To your surprise, your nipples have grown a little. They're longer, thicker, and a slightly darker color. Still pink, but a little closer to red. They're also raw and sore right now from Mr. Wood. He loves to suck and suck on them. He says he wants to have one in his mouth when you start producing milk. Looking at your big tits you think it'll be any day now.

Your hips and ass have grown too, although you're not worried about them. Just a little bit of fat. You're still supple in most place and it's nothing you can't burn off once the baby is born.

The stretch marks on your belly, well, according to the Internet yours are extremely minor, but you still almost screamed the first time you saw them. Mr. Wood has been helping with that by applying special creams to your belly every day. He assures you that they'll disappear with enough crunches.

With a groan you roll out of bed and make your way out into the hall and over to the bathroom. Moving around with the extra weight is really a challenge, especially when you first get up. You're determined that once the baby is born you are going to get back down to your ideal weight if it means spending 24 hours a day at the gym and sleeping on the treadmill. You love Mr. Wood in a way, but you want to get back on the market again.

You turn on the shower and brush your teeth as the water warms up. A pair of Mr. Wood's boxers catch on your feet and you laugh and toss them in the hamper.

The water feels good on your breasts. You use the detachable showerhead to wash beneath them and wash all over your large belly. You spend extra time with the showerhead set to "massage" and pounding out water on your clit.

You don't know if it's the hormones or what, but for the past couple months you have always seemed horny. Moreso even than early in the relationship. Mr. Wood can barely keep up.

You step out of the shower, towel off, and wrap your robe around you even though it does little to cover your belly. Suddenly, you notice the bathroom door is open and is standing right there...