Authors Notes: This is the chapter 1 of the first 2 chapters currently written. This has a lot of gay/bi male, will lead into gay/bi female. If these offend you please just move on. The two primary female characters are also pregnant and that plays a large role in the story as well. I originally started writing this story for a pregnant girl I was dating, but eventually it just involved into a story of my own desires, this is the most personal erotica I've ever written as it touches on 2 of my 3 primary fetishes. I hope you enjoy :)
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Zane sighed at Nora for what felt like the hundredth time, "Nora, you are not fat, you're lovely, amazing even."
"I'm huge, I look like I swallowed a watermelon and it replicated itself or something," she pointed at her bulging belly, large enough that she was likely in her third trimester and quite possibly weeks or even days from popping out their first child.
"You're pregnant, you're supposed to have a large belly, and it is gorgeous, I don't know why you won't believe me. Any man who thought otherwise would be a retard, I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that you are," he sighed. The conversation continued like that, until he finally threw his hands up in exasperation and left her to mull in her pregnant depression.
Zane knew he had to do something, it couldn't be good for her or the baby to be in such a state all the time, he had tried all kinds of things. Just the day before he'd woken her up with breakfast in bed, a massage and a lovely session of rather intense fucking. A few hours later she'd complained that he'd brought her food and she was just going to get fatter and fatter, that nobody thought she was attractive and he just said it because even if she was fat she was still 'a wet place to put his dick'.
He wasn't just saying it though, he truly believed that his wife was as, if not more, beautiful with her swollen belly as she was without it. He knew she had some self-esteem issues anyway, she was not supermodel thin and had struggled with her weight all her life, but he liked every inch of her curvy flesh. Zane had been attracted to Nora ever since their freshman year, when they had first attended the same school. Neither had been very popular, but she'd been the straight A's type, in Drama Club and Debate Club, and always went home right after her meetings, very little social life that anyone was aware of. Zane had been practically the opposite, he'd also been unpopular, but he'd been a skater. He spent most of his after-school time getting stoned down by the cold Washington beaches, had never done better than a C in any class other than Photo and Film, and the only club he'd ever been a part of had been disbanded by the school when they had a day trip to an abortion clinic to try and get the people to let them take pictures of the aborted fetus'.
Then Zane had moved away midway through their Junior year. His father had gotten a job in California, so they packed up and left. He didn't see her again until a month before graduation, when his mother uprooted their lives, left his father and moved them all back to live with his grandmother in Port Orchard. He'd finished out his last month of school at her school again, and they had three classes together. He remembered her, after a few days of classes. He recalled jerking off thinking about her. It was actually at graduation, when they were seated next to each other that he had made his move.
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"Hey," Zane said, smiling at the woman next to him, barely a woman really. He knew her 18th had only been a week before, his own just over two months before that.
"Hey," Nora said, looking over at him, having to tilt her head up a little to meet his eyes. She was barely over five feet tall, with dark brown hair cut long and worn straight.
"I'm Zane, we haven't really met... I used to go here, when we were freshmen. We had Chemistry together."
"I didn't have Chemistry Freshman year, you must mean somebody else."
Zane sighed inside, explaining it would just be a waste of time he figured. "Maybe it was some other science-y class then, anyway, you're Nora right? You want to go out sometime? Maybe next week?"
Nora blinked at him, as if she was confused, was this guy asking her out? Her? She'd been on a few dates, but they had all ended with the young man fumbling around awkwardly with her breasts and her asking to be driven home. It wasn't that Nora wasn't interested in boys, just not the ones that asked her out. She did vaguely remember Zane from Freshman year, but knew they had not had any classes together. He was cute though, dark black hair cut long in the front and short in the back. Emo they called that style, she was pretty sure, she didn't follow that sort of thing.
"Alright, after Grad I'll give you my number and we can figure out when, okay?" She turned away from him and looked back to the stage, where the Principal was starting to call off names.
Zane did as well, but his face was peeled with a grin, "Alright," he whispered.
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Nora had lain awake that night, her hand buried between the cleft of her legs, her fingers rubbing hard at her clit. She had discovered masturbation when she was 11 after looking at some pornographic magazines she had found in her parents room and had been an avid fan of orgasm since that day, though it had been probably three years before she'd experienced more than the build up to one. Normally she liked something erotic to read. Occasionally she'd watch a movie, but those tended to be too loud and they just didn't entice as much if she muted them. Tonight she just needed to think of Zane walking up the isle to get his Diploma, only this time he was wearing just that smile he'd worn, not the robe, or the t-shirt and jeans he had had on underneath it.