I started training Abby when she was entering her second trimester. She was just starting to show. She had gained a few pounds and her husband thought that "they" should "both" work out.
I had run into a lot of these couples over the years. A guy who is losing interest in his wife and tries to get them to work out by pitching it as a group effort. The guy usually gets discouraged, but the wives want to keep going. I don't do it on purpose, but my female clients always want to stick around, especially the married ones. A younger fit man pushing you to your physical limits in an emotionally supportive way, seems to be a lot more appealing to the women, especially the married ones.
Abby was unique as a client. She was the closest thing to a celebrity I have worked with and was the only client who started working out when they were pregnant. Between a husband who lost interest and posting photos and videos of herself online, she had become self conscious and a young fit man complementing her and looking at her like she is beautiful is just the thing to get her going.
I had helped her train during her first pregnancy, and it was a little flirty, but nothing happened. She even stopped me when I had gotten handsy. After she gave birth, she understandably needed a break. A little over a year later she was pregnant against, and she needed some training. This time things were different. She was aggressive, at least for a pregnant woman. Asking for support as she did yoga and asking me for massages when she got sore.
I had wanted her since I first saw her. 5'7, 32E breast (I had peeked at her tag once) which only got bigger as the due date closed in. Her black hair, her pale skin, even her nose was beautiful.
Usually, I would troll her subreddit waiting for the screenshots but sometimes I was horny enough to watch her YouTube videos. I had fucked a few of my clients but I had never really been attracted to pregnant women before, but she had given me a fetish. I was exclusively watching pregnant porn. When I hooked up with my FWB, I would ask dirty talk about her getting pregnant to push me over the edge.
Abby and I finally crossed the line just a couple weeks before she gave birth. She was at a peak. Her breasts were as massive as her belly, which had swollen to a round half sphere. I would rub and touch her stomach any chance I got. Her back and her legs were always sore, and she desperately needed support. Like I said, things were different this time around. She wore a tight black sports bra for a top, and black shorts. She grunted as she worked out.
We got through are normal series of light weights and a little cardio. After 30 minutes she was sweaty, and her tits were heaving. She gritted her teeth and grunted in pain. I moved quickly and wrapped my arm around her.
"I'm okay, it was just a contraction, I have been getting them more and more." She said.
I kept my hand on her stomach.
"I think it's enough for today." She said panting.
"Yeah, you did great work." I said, staring at her chest.
She looked up at me and smiled shily with her pretty brown eyes. My hand slid up her swollen belly, my thumb and finger rested just under her massive tits.
She smiled nervously. I leaned in and kissed her perfect lips softly.
She didn't kiss back.
I pulled back.
"I'm married and I'm pregnant, very pregnant."
"So?"
She smiled shyly. I gently stroked her stomach with my other hand.
"We should stop."