Pregnant polygamy

The train, beforehand stuffed to the brim with travellers, had finally emptied at the last station. I had spent the majority of my journey sitting on luggage. Finally, I could go looking for an accomodation more comfortable. While the train rumbled gently through the countryside, headed towards its final destination at the Northern coast, I gazed into compartment after compartment.

Quickly, I found one with spare seats. Opening the sliding doors, I peaked in. 'Hi, would you mind, if I—'

Two woman looked at me. Both were, to my gentle surprise, in one of the most attractive conditions a female body could be in: pregnant.

The woman sitting next to the window smiled. 'No problem.' She was in her late 20s, had a round face and big breasts. Her blue summer dress covered a belly bulging impressively.

I lifted my luggage into the overhead bin and collapsed onto the bench opposed to my co-travellers. 'Finally, a real seat.'

The lady in blue grinned. 'Yeah, it's hell during this season.'

'Well, at least not for the last section. Weird though … I've heard that Pourton is a gem of a city, so why do all people step off beforehand?'

'You're asking the wrong person. Don't know why they want to miss our beautiful port town. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.'

'You're from Pourton?'

'Been living there for twelve years now. Am sharing an apartment in the Hills with Liz.' She nodded towards the other woman, who seemed slightly younger. Her loose green dress hinted at a skinny body with small breasts, maybe three months in. She smiled shily.

I introduced myself as John.

'Jemma', replied the woman at the window. 'Are you visiting someone?'

'Actually I'm moving here. And I don't really now any natives yet … well except for you.'

'Huh … maybe we can give you some tips.'

'Thanks.' I smiled. 'By the way, you're both very beautiful.'

Jemma smiled back, while Liz blushed.

For the remainder of the journey we kept talking. The women (mostly Jemma) told me which bars, restaurants and museums where worth a visit in Pourton. All the while, the beauty in blue was massaging her bulging belly. I couldn't help but notice that her strokes increasingly approximated her nether regions.

Finally, we arrived in Pourton. We stepped off together, alongside two dozens of other passengers.