I opened the front door, breath bated and fingers crossed. Outside stood a tall, friendly looking man garbed in a hideous brown and green uniform. He was armed with a large brown parcel and a clipboard filled with bureaucratic nonsense.
The man successfully butchered my surname just like everyone else while asking if I was the correct recipient.
Finally! Fuck yes! is what I thought, though what I actually said was, "Yup, that's me." My hands were so slick and clammy from the excitement that I nearly dropped the pen and clipboard as he passed them to me. I hastily scribbled a signature that looked nothing like my own, thanked the deliveryman and then ran back to my room. Papers and textbooks were strewn everywhere and everything else was placed strategically in the most chaotically organized way possible. Exam week was upon me and a cluttered room was the least of my worries.
Unfortunately for my GPA everything but what was in the box was also about to be the least of my worries.
I pulled out my cellphone and sent a brief text to my girlfriend. It's here!!!! was all it said but I knew that she would understand. I had started researching this purchase a month ago and from the get go she had been more supportive than I could have ever hoped for. I was an incredibly lucky guy and I sure knew it.
I threw my cell on my bed and went to my desk to fish out a pair of scissors. The box was roughly three feet by one foot and was taped up tightly. Fragile was stamped in several places and if the condition of the outer packaging was any indication then obviously these warnings had been well heeded by the men and women who were charged with its care during its trans-Atlantic voyage. I opened the scissors and used one of the blades to draw a careful line down the seam at the top of the box. Then my excitement got the better of me and I tore through the rest of the packaging like a kid on Christmas.
As I opened the box I was delighted to see... more packaging! Oh well, I couldn't fault them for being overcautious. I pulled out the protective filler and finally got to see the item I had coveted for almost two years. After hundreds of hours of indecisive consideration and several hundred dollars it was finally mine.
It looked even more realistic in person than it had online. The shape of this artificial fecund midriff was made with a foam core and coated by a thick layer of squishy silicone. I couldn't wait to watch as this fake belly transformed my girlfriend's delicious physique into that of an irresistibly pregnant woman. Obviously my money had been well spent!
I reached in and pulled out my new toy. The silicone was cool to the touch and didn't seem to warm easily which was slightly disappointing but otherwise it was perfect. Due to several factors (including financial considerations) I had opted in favor of the 6 month belly and in regards of size and shape it was exactly as it should have been. There was even a carefully molded bellybutton which I considered an important feature. I slid my hands along its surface, reveling in the accuracy and attention to detail. I closed my eyes and found that I could easily imagine that I was gently massaging her distended abdomen. In my mind I could clearly see my fingers brush along the base of her large pregnant belly and then slowly begin their slow ascent up the sexy swell of her stomach. Her skin was cold but that was to be expected as we had just come inside from a short walk. My index finger ran across her bellybutton as my hands crested the apex of her belly and I found myself gently exploring it. It was perhaps a bit more rigid than it should have been but I still found it incredibly sexy.
I opened my eyes and was at once both disappointed and impressed. On the one hand I was let down by the reminder that I had to make due with a facsimile of the real thing, but on the other I was blown away by how convincing it was. I couldn't wait to see my girlfriend strapped into it. It wouldn't be quite as hot as if she was actually knocked up but it would still be utterly amazing.
Unfortunately between now and then I had a massive final to write. But what better reward could a guy like me ask for then to slide into his sexy pregnant girlfriend after a hard day? I certainly couldn't think of anything more satisfying.
**
I rushed through my exam as fast as I could and then walked home from campus as fast as I could and when I thought no one was looking I occasionally started running. I had already made plans to spend the night at her place for a very pregnant tête-à -tête.
I wasted no time when I arrived home. I added my backpack to the ever increasing clutter that was my bedroom and I grabbed the large box and started back out of the house. Along the way I ran into my roommate.
"Hey man, what's in the box?" he asked.
"Trust me, you don't want to know!" I replied with a large grin.
"Hahaha, yeah okay then. Just so long as it isn't a portable meth lab or something," he said, laughing.
"Don't be ridiculous Daryl, obviously I hide that in your truck whenever I'm not using it," I joked. "Anyways I'm out of here for the night, have a good one."
"Peace."
Glad to have successfully navigated that potentially awkward situation I put my shoes and jacket back on and walked out to my car. It was only 6 PM but the sun had already set. I couldn't wait until the summer; I had some very sexy ideas on how to use my new toy once the weather got nicer. Of course that all depended on how tonight went. She had been incredibly cool about the idea of wearing a fake pregnant belly but there was always the risk that it would make her feel uncomfortable. My fetish had gotten me into trouble before and I had learned that I could only ask so much of a girlfriend before they began to feel like I wasn't attracted to them as they were. Unfortunately I've always found it difficult to explain what it is like living with a fetish to people who don't have them. But so far she had been different from everyone else I had told about my deviant predilection for the pregnant form and this gave me a lot of hope. Enough hope to risk draining my bank account to purchase a sex toy that I had wanted for several years but had never been brave enough to buy before. With her it just didn't seem like much of a risk. She was very supportive and even seemed to enjoy teasing me with it from time to time. And as an added bonus for me her body occasionally decided it hated food and decided to cause her stomach to bloat out an impressive amount, giving her the appearance of a woman a few months along. I had a hunch that this was something she was used to feeling awkward about and hiding, but for me it was incredibly sexy. When it happened it took everything I had not to jump on her and have my way with her. And now we could play with making her pregnant (and even larger!) whenever we wanted! I found myself crossing my fingers as I drove. If everything went as well as I thought it would then I would soon be buried deep inside her with her tremendous new girth pressing against me as I slammed into her over and over again. The very thought of it made me incredibly hard and made operating a motor vehicle almost irresponsible.
As I knocked on her door I felt a strange sensation of inverted déjà vu. The door opened to
reveal my beautiful, fun sized girlfriend and as usual I couldn't help but smile upon seeing her. We said our greetings, kissed, and then went downstairs to her room. Her bedroom was spacious, largely clutter-free, and roughly the temperature of Pluto during January. I had decided that I didn't want to make a big deal about the belly just yet so I put it on her desk and steered the conversation away from it. My top priority was making her as comfortable as possible before we tested it out. Also I didn't want to come across as desperate or perverted. Minimizing the influence my fetish had over me has always been a battle for me but long ago I decided that I could only ask so much of girls before crossing the line into significant psychological harm. I have not always been successful- sometimes it seems inevitable that my curse is bound to rub off on the girls I date. Already I was concerned about the enthusiasm she had shown for indulging my desires. Don't get me wrong I loved this about her and it made me cherish her even more, but at the same time I've always been extremely self-conscious about the possibility that she might overcorrect and begin internalizing aspects of my sexuality as her own.
Of course that would still be incredibly hot but at the same time I would feel guilty for tampering with someone that I already loved so much just as she was. This is why I opted for cuddles and conversation first rather than thrusting the belly at her the moment I walked through the door.
After we had hung out in her bed for an hour I decided it was time to propose playing with the belly.
"So," I said hesitantly, "are you feeling up to trying on the belly? I mean, we don't have to right now if you don't want too..."
"Oh yeah! I forgot all about that! Yes please!"
I tried to hide the immense pleasure that I got out of her enthusiasm. I failed horribly.
"Awesome! By the way do you have any summer dresses that you think would fit over it?" I asked. Long flowing dresses cascading over large pregnant bellies have always driven me wild. And though I hadn't really talked to her about it yet one of my fantasies involved going to maternity stores with her to try on and buy new dresses.
