Chapter 9
Jack was catching an early flight out the next morning, so I spent the night at his apartment. We'd talked about buying the apartment next to his, if it came on the market. The commuting between my house and his was getting tiresome, and we were talking about making our relationship more permanent.
I suggested that I try to sleep in my pregnancy belly (called a 'sympathy belly'), but before we turned in, Jack took some photos of me in all my gravid glory bursting out of the silk shirt and skirt I'd worn earlier that day. The skirt's elastic waist allowed me to pull it above my big belly, but the shirt wouldn't button, and I looked wonderfully slutty with my black lambskin bra displayed under the shirt and the full skirt emphasizing my belly's new bulk. I could feel how wet I was getting just from our games, and I could also see Jack's hard cock outlined in his jeans. I knew we wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.
Jack downloaded the photos onto his computer, adding them to the file he'd made of me in various poses. We looked forward to tracking my progress becoming his milk cow this way, and we also loved seeing how I was outgrowing my clothing. I had a couple of business meetings coming up, and wondered what I'd find to wear that was suitably professional. Most days, when I worked at home, I wore outfits that Jack chose for me--they certainly wouldn't work for seeing my old colleagues. Oh, well, I'd think about that tomorrow. I stood up, working to balance myself against the weight of my belly. Jack moved to steady me; standing close behind me, he wrapped his arms around my belly, and moved his hands up to my breasts. As he teased my nipples in that milking rhythm that I loved, I pressed my ass against his hard cock and wiggled. "We need to get you out of those tight jeans," I suggested. "I owe you some attention after all the pleasure you've given me tonight."
Jack headed to the bedroom unbuttoning his jeans as he went. Hanging on the closet door was a beautiful peach-colored silk nightgown. It looked voluminous enought to fit over my belly. Normally, we went to bed naked, but I knew the silky fabric would feel sexy as it slid over my hard tits and belly. Jack, having shed his clothes, helped me change from the clothing I'd worn for his photoshoot into the silken gown. Again, a perfect fit, with maybe a bit more room for me to grow. Immensely turned on by our foreplay, I tried to move to the bed but Jack held me still, stroking my curves, and sliding the spaghetti straps of my gown down to expose my tits. He bent over a bit, lifting one breast to his lips, and tantalizing my nipple with his tongue. His big cock was pressing into me, but Jack didn't seem to be in any hurry for relief. I arched my back and nearly lost my balance, and Jack laughed quietly. "Maybe we should move to the bed, after all," he said.
Positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed, Jack stood next to the bed, fondling my ass and raising my gown up to expose my round cheeks, and began to press a finger into my ass. I pushed against his hand, moaning, as two more fingers entered me, stretching my asshole further. "What a beautiful ass you have, my dear," Jack commented, as he removed his fingers and began to slowly press his big cock into me. "I'm afraid I've neglected your ass in favor of your tits, but I promise I'll make that up to you--would you like that?"
As I pressed against Jack's hard cock, helping him enter me, I murmured "Oh yes, please."
CHAPTER 10
I spent the week that Jack was away waddling around the house, enjoying my big belly. Although it was a fake, I liked its weight and the way it made me move--slowly and langurously. I enjoyed the nipple vibrators, too, and used them often. As a result, my nipples stayed long and hard, just the way Jack and I liked them. I was looking forward to our next project--inducing lactation. Before he left, Jack had left me a case of pills, with 4 capsules for each day of the week. They were herbal supplements, designed to help the process. I began to take them the day after Jack left, and I wondered how long it would take to get results, once Jack returned and we began our milking routine. I knew a bit about what was in store for me--Jack had told me that in the beginning, he'd 'milk' me 4 times a day for 10 minutes on each breast, increasing to 6 times a day (including once during the night) for 15 to 20 minutes. He'd also ordered a top of the line milking machine to help things along. It was to be delivered any day, but I was under strict orders to not open it until we'd returned from Chicago.
