A World Of Pregnancy Pt 05

*Contains Mpreg elements...

A World of Pregnancy: Gretchen's 3rd - Progressing with Alex

Gretchen here once more, ready to bring you another tale of gestation. Three days ago, Alex and I both got positive pregnancy tests! It's my third pregnancy and their second. Wes is 7 months along: a preggo man knocked me up once again, so I'm very pleased.

I got two months off from gestating; that's all. Alex only got the one, so I can hardly complain. But, really, why would either of us complain? We all love this shit. Wes being pregnant at the time and me not being pregnant, it was obviously the right time for me to get knocked up. Alex and I decided it'd be great to go through the whole thing together, so we really focused on preggo Wes fucking the both of us; we got super lucky, getting impregnated within a week of each other.

Being synced up pregnancy-wise, Alex and I think it'll be fun if we do a photoshoot monthly (and an occasional weigh-in), comparing and contrasting our progress. I'm starting at 134 pounds and Alex is at 233 pounds (neither of us has had any chance to lose baby weight: I was 119 pre-pregnancies, they were 211). Significantly different body types, so I expect interestingly different progression results. As far as the photos go, I don't think I look at all like I'm pregnant, but my stomach is a far cry from the flatness I once enjoyed. Just about all of the rest of me remains somewhat enlarged, too, especially (and unsurprisingly) the pendulous tits that are squarely in the midst of breastfeeding.

I feel I'm being somewhat critical of my looks, but not enough to call off this endeavor. Maybe I can improve, get less vain and more appreciative of my maternal form. While judgmental when it comes to me, I think Alex looks dynamite in their photos. They're big, they know it, and they look great flaunting it. They're just so sublimely curvy, I totally love it. Once I've had a minute with the photos, I can't help but get them in bed. We call in Wes for good measure...plus his supply of cum.

Pregnancy Progress: Alex & Gretchen - 1 Month. Wes - 8 Months.

Two horny, slightly preggo ladies in the house, and it is perpetually the heavily preggo Wes's lucky day. Deep into month 8, he's gravid and cumbersome, weighty bump dropped down to dick level. Out of necessity, Alex and I mostly focus on servicing his unwieldy ass, which is fun for us all. With both of us knocked up now, there's not the need for consistent creampies anymore, leading to more sexual variety and fun uses for Wes' cum.

This morning I had Wes lay down and gave him one hell of a handjob, collecting all the cum once I got him off. I pulled up my shirt and spread the load onto my stomach, then had Alex lift their shirt and rubbed our stomachs together, getting both of us nice and shiny-white. Our shirts stuck to our torsos after that, leaving visual evidence of our perversion that we've been enjoying all day.

Working with Wes a bit more actively, Alex and I frequently 69 with him (one pussy at a time), a practice we've become very adept at and fond of. Wes is too big to be on top, as his huge bump would push him up and away from Alex and my respective pussies too much for him to get his mouth in there. With him on the bottom, we can rest just a bit of our weight on his sturdily substantial belly and manage the necessary genital accesses. He eats a mean pussy, our boyfriend. And he seems to feel each of us sucks a mean dick. Good oral all around, and plenty of enjoyment of Wes's hairy bump before it leaves us in a few weeks. Fun month!

Alex & Gretchen - 2 Months. Wes - 9 Months.

No one can do anything! Wes is too huge and tired to get a hand beyond his bump and around his cock, and Alex and I are too morning sick to do just about anything. Thank Christ we've got two toilets in the house...though we could really use a third.

Alex & Gretchen - 3 Months. Wes - Birth #2.

Alex and Wes now have a biological child together; if our throuple somehow wasn't official before, it sure as hell is now. Deep connections have formed, and we're all still feeling great about all of it. Wes had his C-section three days ago and is still recovering, should be back on his feet in a day or two. Alex attended the C-section without me: I wanted it to be extra special for them, as it was the birth of their first child with Wes. Alex was adorably excited beforehand and beamingly ecstatic afterward. Hopefully my decision not to attend the birth made it a little more special for them: they very much deserve to have the full experience with Wes.

Alex and I did a weigh-in this morning, commemorating month 3 of our pregnancies. They're at a luscious 237, 4 pounds up from positive-pregnancy-test day. I've gained 2 pounds thus far, weighing 136 today. It's sort of hard to gauge most of the usual physical changes for me: I gave birth for the second time a mere 2 months before getting knocked up for the third, and have lost very little of my baby weight, curves, dark nipples, etc. My bump, though, which naturally gets the most attention of any body part, has clearly grown over the past month.

Alex and I have both just begun to show, both very modestly at this early moment. Modestly enough that we're both choosing our clothing very strategically, making sure our attire is tightest around our slightly protruding lower abdomens. The goal in how we get dressed each day is to be able to turn heads with our (just barely detectable) bumps when we go out in public. We're fairly successful in this regard, and collectively feeling pretty sexy these days.

Finally capable of turning heads (when we really put in the effort), I suggest to Alex that we hit up the local Motherhood maternity store. It's Wednesday, so lots of pregnant folks and pregnant fetishists will be gathering around noon looking for hook-ups. It's been several agonizing weeks since we've gotten to play with a substantial bump, and we're both dying for it. Have we become spoiled? Sure, but why not partake of our harmless turn-ons when they're so easily available to us?

We arrive at Motherhood a few minutes after noon, and my eyes are firmly positioned at midsection-level. Bumps galore, and all in such tight tops, when covered at all. I fucking love this place. My hand remains rubbing my bump over my tight tank top, Alex notices and places a hand on theirs, too; hopefully everyone'll know what we're about with just a glance. It's Alex's turn to pick the fuck-target, and they let me know we're looking for a preggo man today, hairy and big-bellied as possible. The first three bumps my eyes happen upon are smooth and feminine, but the fourth and fifth are both seriously hirsute. Number four doesn't look to be particularly far along, his tube top displaying what could easily pass for a beer belly in a non-preggo context.

Number five is also sporting a tube top, but more promisingly so: his bump is a firm basketball on an otherwise thin frame, so hairy you could almost miss his cute outie belly button. I glance over and find Alex's eyes pointing in his direction as well. We have silently reached a consensus, it would seem. I take Alex's hand and we approach our soon-to-be-conquest together. His name is Greg, and our four hands are on him immediately, matched by his immediately putting a hand on each of our bellies. It takes very little convincing to get this guy to go home with two other hot preggos, and we're back at our place in 30 minutes.

We're in the bedroom, three nude preggos looking each other over. His tits are as hairy as his sizable belly, to the point that you have to look carefully to make out his nipples. Once his tightly-belted jeans are off his hairy bump droops precipitously, resting heavily against his erect cock and pushing it down by a good 30 degrees. It's really fucking hot. I use both my hands to lift his seriously weighty belly up a few inches and his dick pops back up, right into Alex's ready-to-stroke hands (one gripping the shaft, the other cupping the balls: great handjob technique, Alex!).

We tease him for a minute, then Alex motions me over to the bed. Time to give Greg a bit of a show before we really begin with him in earnest. I lay on my back, modest bump just starting to eclipse and obscure the view of my pubic region from this position. Alex climbs on top of me head-to-foot, and we 69 for a few minutes, really going at each other's pussies with enthusiasm. Greg strokes himself slowly by the foot of the bed, one strong hand holding his bump up and out of the way. Alex and I provide each other with our first orgasms of the encounter, then scoot down to allow our legs to hang off the end of the bed, pussies easily accessible to our huge-bumped new friend.

"Come on over!" Alex invites enthusiastically. He goes to them first, lifting his belly up to allow vaginal entry for himself, then softly resting his massive gut right on top of their soft, still-modest bump, covering it entirely. Thrusting into them slowly and rhythmically, he uses one hand to finger me at the same time. I play with and squeeze my nipples rather vigorously, shooting my plentiful milk all over the damn place. No one seems to mind the mess. After fucking Alex for three or four minutes, he pulls out, cock glistening with their fluids. He's inside me in moments, his bump now covering mine, pleasantly weighty atop the entirety of my lower torso.

Dwarfed by his gut when visually taken in, his cock has a serious girth that I was not expecting. But I'm sure as shit not complaining: I feel stretched out by him, and manage to cum twice vaginally during the short few minutes he's in me. He pulls out, stroking himself rapidly to climax. With expertly timed motions between orgasmic spasms, he manages to shoot some of his load onto each of our bumps. Fantastic move: everyone wins!

He uses his large, strong hands to rub the cum into both of us until our bellies glisten with white opalescence, then stands in between Alex and my legs (his belly now resting on the bed) to easily reach a pussy with each hand. His technique is seriously impressive, especially given that he's performing it on both of us simultaneously. A pinky and ring finger enter both of our vaginal canals, middle fingers caressing our vulvas, and forefingers and thumbs gently circling and pinching our clitorises. This man really knows how to utilize a refractory period. His fingers move slowly and methodically, expertly teasing and stimulating in turn, only allowing us to get off once he's hard again and ready for Round 2 of fucking.

Now Greg's on his back, lifting his bump out of the way so Alex can mount him. Gripping their breasts in both hands, Alex rides him hard, fast, and loud. They get off in about four minutes as I observe and play with myself. Alex dismounts and I jump on, leaning forward to hug the whole of his hairy gut as I gyrate my hips and bring him to orgasm after a few more minutes. Alex eats his cum out of me, saving as much as they can in their mouth to then drip the saliva/semen mix onto Greg's bump. I decide to do my part, shooting more breast milk into the mix. Alex and I use all four of our hands to rub the unholy mixture all over his belly and tits, his body hair pointing every which way amidst the stickiness.

We let him use the shower before he re-dresses and leaves the house.

Alex & Gretchen - 4 Months. Wes - Impregnation #3.

It's month 4 weigh-in time for Alex and me. I'm currently at 141, 5 pounds up from last month. Alex is 244, 7 up from last month. They look great, hanging out around the house in the nude much of the time at my enthusiastic request. Their bump is soft and torso-filling, protruding about half as far as their ample bosom at the moment, and with both soft give and firm solidity to the curious touch. My bump now starts to curve out above the terminus of my milky boobs, curving back down into my torso right in the middle of my pubic hair. It's smooth curvature is pleasant to the stroke and elegant to the eye (if I may say so myself).

I love this moment, roughly halfway into gestation. Very clearly pregnant, but more subtly "rounded" than bluntly "round," if that makes sense. It's a delicate balance that only really lasts a few weeks, and I spend a great deal of that time in front of a full-length mirror with at least one hand at my crotch. My pussy's already pregnancy-swollen and extra sensitive, and I'm effortlessly multi-orgasmic. No need to be jealous, everyone's welcome to join in on the fun...

Wes gave birth about 6 weeks ago, making this the earliest possible moment the Doc will implant his next embryo. It's my egg this time, as we figure alternating between Alex's and mine is the way to go. Wes will take a pregnancy test in a few days, and, given the ridiculously fertile string of pregnancies among the three of us, I have little doubt it will be positive. We're a well-oiled baby-making machine, and we're psyched for Wes to start growing along with Alex and myself. All three of us are happiest when all three of us are pregnant...visibly so, ideally.

In the doctor's office waiting room as we wait for Wes' embryo implantation, Alex and I strike up a conversation with a guy who's there for a consultation, not yet sure if he's going to dive into male pregnancy or not. We give him thorough access to both of our bumps, which we bare for him eagerly. We discuss our experiences and Wes's, and just generally advocate for pregnancy, male or female. By the time Wes is done with his appointment, Alex and I are both pretty sure we've convinced this man to become pregnant. We're evangelical preggos, apparently. There are certainly worse gospels one can spread. And maybe he'll remember us when he's nice and pregnant and throw us a thank-you fuck in a few months!

Alex & Gretchen - 5 Months. Wes - 1 Month.

Wes is already 1 month pregnant! We're very excited to see him grow once again, but currently he's more of a supporting player amidst Alex and my more advanced and impressive pregnant physiques. At least he doesn't have a huge bump to get in the way of fucking us. He's able to fuck us often and thoroughly, especially as morning sickness hasn't (yet...) gotten to him. He'll fuck me as I eat out Alex, or fuck Alex while they eat me out, or...any number of possible sexual arrangements between the three of us, really. The possibilities feel endless and exciting, and we're all having a very nice time.

My bump is cute, smooth and round, about the size of half a basketball at the moment. My thighs and tits are continuing to fill out, too, and my belly button is flat, well on its way to an outie. We're all digging my extra curves once again. Alex's, too: their tits are massive but their belly is still starting to eclipse them in protuberance. I love their BBW-esque softness and can hardly keep my hands off them, nor can Wes. Alex doesn't mind a bit.

Even with two decent-sized bumps in the house, we're all jonesing for something massive to play with. We look back at Alex's last pregnancy, when they got to about 250 pounds, and decide we want to look for a playmate to top their grand physique. 300+, if we can find them. It's easier than we thought it'd be, a pregnancy forum quickly leading us to a 308-pound lady in our area, 8 months pregnant with twins. We have her over for lunch.

She wears a very loose orange dress, presumably one of the rare articles of clothing that can accommodate her massive physique. I'm sure wonderful things are going on under that dress, and my suspicions are 1000% confirmed once we get her nude in the bedroom. Her upper arms, thighs, and breasts are massively swollen but smooth-skinned, looking very attractively soft. But the main show is, of course, the full-term twinner bump, miraculously blemish-free and jaw-droppingly gigantic.

When she sits down on the bed, she has to spread her legs as far they'll go to let the belly rest on the bed between them. It stretches to very close to her knees in this position. It starts to seriously protrude high enough on her torso that it pushes her tits to either side of its gravid mass, and protrudes all the way down to the bottom outskirts of her pubic region. It is all-encompassing yet beautifully round, seeming to take up every cubic inch available to it while magically retaining the tantalizing shape of a spherical pregnant belly. Human skin is insanely elastic, I realize even more than I've ever realized before.

My first move upon gaining access to her in the bedroom is to get both hands under the bump and lift it up. She has unambiguously dropped. It is really, really heavy. Like, I get winded lifting it up by three or four inches for 10 seconds. That level of heavy. I don't know how the fuck she walks around with this thing. She's far too large and cumbersome to enjoy our sexual encounter from any standing positions, or even to take a nice ride on Wes' cock. So, she lays on her back and we play with and service her. It's an honor. I take the first shift holding up her belly to allow Alex access to perform cunnilingus. At the same time, our guest blows Wes. Alex and I soon switch places, and I bring her to her second climax.

Even the simple act of cumming seems to exhaust this wondrous, gargantuan specimen. She may not be the most active partner, but Wes gets a solid blowjob, the twinner gets off, and Alex and I get to spend lots of quality time with the most awe-inspiring belly I've yet encountered. There's so very much of her to love, and we take advantage of every pound. I think she had fun, too.

Alex & Gretchen - 6 Months. Wes - 2 Months.

Weight check-in for me and Alex this morning! They're at 259, 7 pounds up from their last pregnancy's peak weight (& 15 up from our last weigh-in 2 months ago). Topping the last gestation this early is hardly surprising given how little time we've been giving ourselves between pregnancies: we may lose two or three pounds in the matter of weeks that make up our breaks, but much more than that may not even be healthily possible. It looks fucking great on Alex, their soft, steadily-rounding bump (now protruding past their ample rack) and voluptuous limbs and breasts a delight to hold and massage. They don't mind the attention, luckily for Wes and me.

I'm at 153, 12 up from last weigh-in and already a pound up from last pregnancy's apex. Not to brag, but I am curvy as hell and turning heads left and right. My bump's developed that distinctive tear-drop shape at this point, and I'm still consistently sporting the tightest tops I can fit into. When I'm really feeling my inner knocked up exhibitionist, I'm even leaving some underbelly cleavage visible for everyone's enjoyment. My housemates are certainly enjoying it, at the very least.

Wes is at that delightful 2 months along peak of morning sickness, spending the majority of his time kneeling at the toilet. He'll get over it. And, as it turns out, Alex and I will get a few days off from the sounds of his constant retching...

Our friend Annie, who's acted as something of a pregnancy coach to me for the past several years, invited Alex and me to borrow her family's cabin in the mountains for the weekend. It's very secluded and in close proximity to a beautiful lake and a flower-filled meadow. She went during one of her pregnancies and spent the entirety of her time nude: it really is an extremely private retreat. We gratefully accept the offer and decide to follow her example, planning to spend as much of our time naked as we possibly can (and feel comfortable with, of course). We'll enjoy nature, talk, meditate, enjoy our own and each other's bodies...lots of fun, relaxing stuff.

We arrive early Friday evening, and it's even prettier and more secluded than we could've imagined. Annie spoke very highly of the place and yet somehow didn't do it justice, especially in terms of its silent, palpable seclusion. I really doubt we'll be needing any of our clothing for the next 48 hours or so.