Tiffany May was gloriously pregnant, bulging and glowing as only the expecting woman can. Her belly was massive, as she counted the days towards delivery, her breasts full of milk, and already expressing. It was messy, yet she felt better than she ever had. And Tom, her husband was becoming a pregnancy freak, unable to keep his hands off of her.
She didn't mind, as her pussy was driving her crazy. Wet and wanton, most morning she'd be poised above him, putting his morning wood to good use. The position worked for her, as she didn't have to strain to get that huge tummy to move too far. Her tits would bounce and bobble over it, and when she came...
When she came, her nipples would open up with a letdown that sprayed all over his chest, waking him, if he wasn't already. Thin sprays of milk would fountain outwards, hardly noticed as her pussy exploded with pleasure. Then he'd reach up and start to gently milk her, sometimes latching onto a nipple to drain her from one side, then the other. They even saved some on breakfast.
When he wasn't there, she'd pull her top off sometimes, and reach downward to suck up the excess. Legs spread widely, she'd play with herself, tasting her own mother's milk, and lately, even sucking her nipples from her distended mammaries to shattering orgasms. Then, exhausted, she'd nap, until her needy sex woke her again.
The one thing she missed, wasn't anything important. She'd avoided morning sickness, which was a huge relief. The one thing that mystified her was cravings. Oh sure, her pregnant friends, and mothers with young children would talk about babies by the hour, if prompted. Each one told of the bizarre combinations of food that they simply had to have, and their husbands frantically racing (or not) to all-night groceries to find the objects of their desires. Some of them made the trip themselves, blushing as knowing cashiers made subtle comments about it.
It sounded inconvenient, but in a way, it sounded like fun. Just pigging out, satisfying herself, seeing Tom light up as she enjoyed some unlikely combination, she felt she was missing out on something important. He'd volunteered to go to the ends of the Earth for whatever she wanted, which was one reason she wanted his children. But the lack of cravings bothered her.
One day, she regarded her naked form in the mirror. Raven-dark hair against well-tanned skin, glowing ice-blue eyes, and her growing breasts. Her belly button had already popped out like a third nipple, and hubby would tease it sometimes, on his way down to her damp pussy. Her nipples stood out proudly, and even after her last self-induced climax, were already starting to drip like a leaky faucets. However big the baby, it would never go hungry.
She smiled seductively, imagining all the things her man would do, if he was here now. Slip into the room, then into her, holding her from behind as his thick cock filled her completely. His hands milking her into the sink, a river of wonderful sensation, letting go of all the goodness, until he would drink himself full. Her hand was already heading for the trimmed bush, when it hit her.
She needed something, something missing. Almost like a command, she knew it was something she had to have? Donning her bathrobe, she went down to the kitchen, as if searching for that missing magic. Her body called out, but not for anything she could find. What was it? Nothing looked good, looked right.
Her stomach rumbled, as she sat confused on a kitchen chair. What is it I want? She hadn't asked anyone how they knew what they wanted, they just knew. She licked her lips absently, craving it, and badly. Looking at the clock, she saw Tom would be home in about an hour, and she didn't know where to dispatch him to rescue her from the gnawing hunger she felt. Pouting in frustration, she went to take a shower, still puzzling over the feeling of emptiness.
Climbing into the shower, the hot water struck her breasts, teasing them to release a flood of milk against the walls of the shower. She blissfully milked herself, knowing that in the end, it would only swell them even more. The growth had been amazing; she'd been about average, until her 'udders' kicked in, and she was a good three or four sizes larger. They wobbled liquidly when she walked, and the looks she got from men, and even women, as she passed by made her feel even better.
She started fantasizing, as she reached up for a waterproof vibrator, and switched it on, rubbing it against her swollen clit. The sharp tingles awakened her needy slit, opening as she pushed inward to feel the hard shaft buzz against her deprived pussy. She began to rock silently as she pictured herself on her knees in front of him, taking his cock...
What?
She liked blow jobs as much as the next girl, but it was usually the opening act for a far more useful penetration of a more natural destination. Yet her fantasy seemed to go on, rubbing his balls, and pumping him to get him to cum. She occasionally finished him off, but it wasn't usually a source of fantasy. But something made her pussy flow hotter and wetter as she started to bring him off, remembering the taste of him in her mouth, as she dutifully swallowed, just for him.
Oh, please...that couldn't be it. She was craving cum? His jism? Well, it would save on grocery bills, until...
She actually cried out as she came, the sounds of a climaxing woman filling the bathroom. The shower toy fell to the floor, once she'd stopped shaking. Unlike the slow buildup she'd had before, this was an invasion, a sudden explosion between her legs. She sagged against the seat in the shower, the water already growing colder, bringing her back to reality. Quickly turning off the deluge, she rocked back and forth in the afterglow.
Damn, that was great, she thought, I'll have to see if that's what it really is.
Tom came in the door, tired from another day of constant activity at work. Like everyone else, he did the job of two or three people, and it took most of the joy out of life. However, that was all banished once he got home. Standing in the hallway, he saw his wife, the gravid seductress, wearing a nighty that stirred things in his trousers right away.
"Did I miss an anniversary?" he joked, furtively searching his mind for just such an eventuality.
"No, I've just been thinking about you...all day," she purred, as she threw her arms around him for a passionate kiss that felt like it lasted for two days. She reached down, snaking her hand along his crotch, until she found the object of her desire. Pressing her milk-filled tits into his shirt, she ground her pussy against it, almost ready to ride him right there...but first, the experiment.
She broke away, taking his hand. "Honey, I want to do something different. Sit down, right there," she indicated the living-room couch, which he did, wondering what she had in mind. She knelt down in front of him, remembering her fantasy, and took the zipper in her teeth, slowly pulling it down. He smiled down at her, not sure where this was going, but hopeful it was going to be worth it.
