Heavy Hearts, Heavy Gains

The water still clung to Lacy’s skin as she stood naked in the bathroom, a torrent of tears spilling down her cheeks. The burgeoning weight of her pregnancy felt like a cruel mockery of the sculpted physique she’d painstakingly cultivated as a fitness influencer. She felt like a bloated whale, an embarrassing parody of the vibrant, toned woman she used to be. The desire to nurture a new life warred with the crushing realization that her body was transforming, losing its familiar contours.

As I entered the bathroom, she instinctively flung herself into my arms, burying her face in my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her, offering the solace she desperately needed. "Sorry I'm a big, ugly whale," she choked out, her voice thick with despair.

“Shhh, you’re not a whale,” I murmured, my voice soothing and reassuring. “You are by far the most sexy woman I’ve ever known.” My hands, driven by an overwhelming urge, slid down my body, settling on her ample backside. A gentle squeeze, followed by a more forceful pull, brought her closer, igniting a spark of tenderness amidst the chaos.

Her gasp was a clear indication of my actions. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers in a passionate, demanding kiss. The pressure increased, my hand tightening its grip on her ass, a silent promise of more pleasure to come. “You’re sooo fucking hot, Lacy,” I breathed against her ear, the words laced with genuine admiration and a desperate need to connect with her vulnerability. My cock, swollen and sensitive, found its way through my shorts, penetrating her swollen belly with a thrilling anticipation.

She moaned, a raw, primal sound, as I felt the warmth of her breasts leaking milk onto my chest. The scent was intoxicating, a potent reminder of her impending motherhood. Reaching up, I gently squeezed her breasts, drawing forth a stream of creamy white milk, which I eagerly lapped up as she instinctively slid her hand down my shorts, grasping my massive, hard cock. Her frantic strokes were relentless, a testament to the mounting pressure within her. Simultaneously, I shifted my focus, drawing her attention to my own arousal as I switched to sucking and drinking from her other nipple, her sweet milk a welcome contrast to the salty tears still clinging to her skin.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, a desperate plea for release. “Please fuck me!” Her frantic pull yanked me towards the bed, and without hesitation, I complied, laying down at her feet. She quickly scrambled onto the mattress, straddling me with a possessive grace that both thrilled and intimidated me. I held her cock aloft, presenting it as an offering of pleasure, while she lowered herself down, her body molding perfectly around my throbbing member. A moan escaped her lips as she stretched, her breath hot against my skin. She slid down my shaft, clinging to me with an insistent fervor, her weight a constant reminder of her burgeoning life within.

“Oh fuck, you feel amazing, baby,” she moaned, her voice laced with both pleasure and pain.

“You’re the one who feels amazing,” I retorted, my own voice echoing her sentiment, a shared experience of intense, undeniable pleasure.

Lacy began rubbing, squeezing, and drinking from her own nipples, her body writhing in anticipation. Moments later, a sharp cry ripped through the room. "I'm cumming!" she shrieked, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. She shuddered violently, continuing her relentless pounding against my cock as she collapsed onto my lap. I felt her hot body trembling beneath me, her juices flowing out of her like a warm, viscous river. A gentle kick from her baby reminded us both of the life growing within her, a constant, comforting presence.

She pants and moans, rolling off me to her back, her eyes closed, lost in the depths of her arousal. Seeing that I was still hard, she smiled, rolled face down, and positioned herself on her hands and knees, leaning towards me.

I knelt behind her, grabbing her hips in a firm grip, rubbing my cock from her pussy to her asshole. Her moans intensified as I slowly pushed my head against her anus, the sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. She cried out in pleasure as she pulled me inside, closing around my head with a passionate intensity. Her hot nectar flowed freely, a testament to her overwhelming desire. Finally, she let out a final, desperate moan before going limp in my arms, her body completely spent.

I gently pulled myself away, ensuring we were both cleaned up before allowing us to fall asleep together, skin to skin, lost in the shared intimacy of our experience. The gentle rocking of the bed lulled us into a deep, dreamless sleep, our bodies intertwined, a silent testament to the powerful connection we had forged in that small, private bathroom. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a brief escape from the pressures of her pregnancy and a reaffirmation of our shared desires. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of her body and the intoxicating scent of her milk, a reminder of the beautiful, messy miracle that was unfolding within her. As we drifted off to sleep, I knew this was just the beginning of our story, a testament to the enduring power of lust, desire, and the unforgettable experience of being taken.

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