Her New Fetish

My husband, Allen, divulged his fetish to me once we'd been dating for about 6 months. He sat me down for the revelation, everything real serious and eye contact-heavy: I thought he was about to tell me he was dying. "So, Caitlyn," I remember him saying, "I have something I really think I need to tell you at this point. I...well...I'm...into something pretty specific...sexually. I like...I really, really like, honestly..." I placed my hand on his, trying to be supportive while trying to mask my confusion and concern. He smiled in response and continued with slightly more confidence. "I'm into...pregnant women...I hope that's not super weird for you. I totally understand if it is, though. I've never...told anyone else ever, and it's only ever been watching porn, nothing beyond that..."

I exhaled audibly and met his eyes with a smile, relieved it wasn't necrophilia or anything else illegal or more objectionable than a big round belly and a swollen pair of milk-dribbling tits. "Allen, it's fine. Seriously. That's pretty harmless, honey. I'm not...Well, I've never thought about pregnancy like that at all, but I don't really think...I'm probably not exactly into it in the way you are, but I can't imagine why it would be a problem, you know?" There were tears in his eyes as he came in for a big long hug, release of nervous tension obvious in his muscles as I held him close in a lengthy embrace. End of revelation; scene over.

And that was that...for a while, anyway. I'd leave him to his own devices when it came to whatever harmless kinks he may have pornography-wise, I figured. In time, though, and despite my having quite clearly stated my lack of active sexual interest in pregnancy, Allen started to try to involve me more in his fetish. First he asked if we could bring some porn into the bedroom. It wouldn't have been the first time we'd done such a thing, except he was pretty specific about wanting the porn to fit his fetish this time and I wasn't up for it. I didn't want any dirty talk revolving around pregnancy to enter our romantic routine, either. Nor was I amused (much less aroused) when he showed me prosthetic silicone pregnant bellies you could order online. I didn't want to be all that judgmental about it: I really didn't care that he harbored this particular kink. I just couldn't get into it myself; couldn't think of pregnancy in that light; couldn't seem to get into the headspace to join Allen's fantasies in the slightest.

We were married after dating for about a year. Another year or so passed; I suddenly noticed my breasts had grown a bit, and my nipples had darkened and become a little more sensitive. Also, I was puking a lot more than usual. These were some pretty clear early signs, so I took a test and got a positive result: I was indeed pregnant. Considering Allen's fetish and my general rejection thereof, I felt slightly awkward telling him right away, withholding the big news from my husband for a few days. Once I did go ahead and tell him, he was clearly thrilled but pretty obviously tried to keep the sexual end of his excitement to himself. I certainly appreciated the care with which he responded to the big news.

After letting Allen in on my condition, I did a bit of research into what I could expect over the coming 9 months. I started with month-by-month guides describing what physical changes I should anticipate. It was a little dry. Pretty soon, I moved on to Google Images for some more visual information as to what I should expect. I began by typing in a simple search: "pregnant women."

The results proved...interesting. And yeah, that's an understatement. The women were absolutely beautiful to me. Even knowing Allen's penchant for them, I'd never really given a pregnant woman a second look before; but now that a maternal bump was in my immediate future, I could not take my eyes off them. This was all really about to happen to me? My belly would soon shoot out further than my boobs did? And I would cradle it tenderly in both arms like so many of the women in the pictures did? I rubbed my still-flat stomach in anticipation, imagining it beginning to swell as my breasts already had. I inhaled slowly and deliberately to allow my midsection to inflate with air, feeling it balloon under my palms. Here, on the internet for any casual investigator to find, was visual proof that the next few months were going to be positively magical.

After a few minutes of looking at these search results, I couldn't help but add a word to the beginning of my query: "naked pregnant women." Oh boy, were things getting intriguing! Their breasts hung so heavily onto their bellies! Their nipples were so big and dark! Their outie navels were so erect! Their bumps were the real stars of the show, massively protruding and simply wonderful in their heavy roundness. Stretch marks suddenly looked like badges of glory, signs of a struggle well-fought. The more precipitously a bump seemed to be pulled down by gravity, the more attracted to it I found myself. Much about pregnancy that may have struck me as unseemly before was suddenly incredibly sexy now that I was officially expecting.

What a lucky turn of events this was! My first instinct was to run and tell Allen about my sudden and dramatic change of heart. My second instinct (and the one I went with to start) was to masturbate to these amazingly hot images. I rubbed one out in the heat of the moment, roughly and quickly as I pushed my clit to the limits of its delicate sensitivities. My pussy might've felt swollen to the touch, maybe even extra sensitive; or, I was just really, really turned-on and touched myself so enthusiastically that I made my parts a bit puffy during the process of masturbation. It was hard to gauge such things when so much of me seemed to be sore, sensitive, and/or swollen to begin with.

Finishing playing with myself, I went to find Allen and give him my horny news. I found him watching the news in the living room; he looked up when I entered the room. "Good news, sweetie," I couldn't help but launch right into it, "I think pregnant women are hot now!"

He tilted his head and contorted his face in confusion. "Wait...what's going on?"

I laughed. "I was looking up pregnancy pics to get an idea of what was coming over the coming months. And I got really excited. Like, crotch excited. So I searched for more pics, naked ones. Then I jerked off. I think I'm into it now, hon."

A huge smile had come across his face as I spoke. "Seriously? You like pregnancy now...like I do?"

"Well, I don't know if it's exactly like YOU do. I might not be that huge of a pervert, at least not yet." He laughed, cheeks slightly reddened. "It's only been about a half hour since I made the discovery, after all. But yeah, I'm into it at least kinda like you are, I think. Maybe you can show me the ropes a little?" I rubbed my yet-to-swell abdomen absentmindedly, unable to stop myself from doing some fantasizing about ballooning up in this region.

Allen nodded with about as much enthusiasm as I'd ever seen on his face. "Yes, absolutely I can show you the ropes. That sounds really incredible, really fun. Wow. I'm...pretty blown away right now. I feel very, very lucky." A look of uncertainty briefly darkened his features. "You're not making fun of me, right? This is real?"

I laughed, but I couldn't blame him for pinching himself in this dream-come-true scenario. "No, I'm not making fun of you, sweetie. This is indeed real. Can you tell me a little bit about having this fetish, maybe? Like, what exactly makes it hot for you? I feel bad that I've never expressed curiosity about this before now. I guess maybe I wasn't really ready until I got pregnant myself. Something like that. Anyway, are you willing to explain it to me now? I know my hormones are probably already driving me wild, but beyond that?"

He nodded vigorously. "Of course, of course! That sounds great. Wow, where to start...Well, with one of the most obvious things, I suppose: curves. Most of your fun parts are going to get curvier, and it's awesome. Bigger boobs, nipples, ass, hips. Swollen pussy, even. Then the belly, obviously, is the real highlight of the whole thing. So round, so big, so heavy. It's just going to be amazing, Caitlyn."

Some of his words gave me slight pause. "The heaviness is even hot for you? Won't that be uncomfortable for me?"

He shrugged and nodded slowly. "That is certainly possible, yeah. Some women seem to enjoy that aspect from different things I've read, especially if they get into the whole thing like it seems you're doing. But sure, the whole 'huge and unwieldy' aspect seems like it can be a pain in the ass. I'm sorry, I know I'm not the one who has to deal with it personally. I really don't mean to fetishize aspects of this that might be unpleasant for you. It's just kinda hot for me in theory, I think."

I nodded, trying to take in what felt like slightly contradictory statements from my husband. Did he want me to enjoy this process, or did he just want to masturbate to my pain? I shook it off, writing my misgivings off as my being overly sensitive, maybe even the hormones talking. "Okay, I think I understand most of that. Are all the physical changes attractive to you? It sounds like you appreciate most of the swelling and general weight gain, at least."

"Yeah, a lot of fun parts get swollen. And I do really like the weight gain. Not every aspect is necessarily attractive, though. It's kind of a holistically attractive thing: I think I like some aspects of it just because they are aspects of something I find otherwise sexy. Like swollen ankles. Or maybe vaginal discharge. The ideas in and of themselves don't really do it for me, but knowing they are symptoms of a pregnancy does make them do something for me. Does that make any sense, or does it sound like nonsense?"

I chuckled. "A little from column A, a little from column B. The overarching idea of someone being pregnant is hot, so the individual aspects of pregnancy are hot, too, basically?"

"That pretty well sums it up, yeah."

"Okay, okay. That seems like it could be a good framework for me to get through some of the more negative-sounding parts of this, honestly. If I can be aroused by the pregnancy in general, maybe I can make lemonade out of some of the lemons. Right?" He smiled and nodded. "So what else drives you wild, beyond the obvious physical changes?"

"Well, let's see. It does say certain things about a person that they're pregnant, in most instances. They're probably taken, for one, usually in a relationship. Someone else's partner, so kinda forbidden. That can a pretty hot idea. Also, they probably had to have a bunch of sex to get in this condition in the first place. That's a pretty hot proposition, too. I like seeing a woman and knowing she probably had to screw a lot to get in her pregnant state. There's this contrast between the lofty ideals of impending motherhood and the fact that this person got fucked raw-dog and got knocked-up. I really like that cognitive dissonance."

I shook my head and snorted. "Man, you really have this shit figured out, don't you?"

He shrugged and reddened a bit again. "I guess, yeah. I've maybe thought about it a lot over the years. Like, maybe since before I even hit puberty this has all occupied a great deal of space in my mind. I've been pretty fascinated by the whole thing since before it even had a sexual aspect to it."

"That's interesting. I don't think I realized it went beyond sex at all. What sorts of things about it fascinate you in a more platonic way?"

"It's just magical for me. A real miracle of nature, honestly. A woman can just create a new life inside herself? From microscopic sperm and egg this thing grows and completely takes over her body, physically changes almost everything about her? That's pretty amazing stuff. And this anticipation for something as huge as a new person entering the world. All the happiness and excitement that entails. There are stressors and anxieties when you're pregnant, of course, but the emotions that tend to be most apparent are positive ones. In my mind, at least, pregnant women are just sort of naturally smiling. There's a lot of happy thoughts, mood-elevating hormones, things like that. A generally pleasant condition to be in, basically. I really appreciate all that."

I loved hearing about the less sexual angles to his enjoyment of pregnant ladies: he was making me feel like something of a miracle myself. I went over and gave him a big hug and kiss. "You're sweet. And a pervert. A sweet pervert, I guess." He laughed. "So, do you want to show me around your little world a bit more? I saw some pictures of naked preggos, but I didn't watch any videos of them yet. Do you have any videos you might like to share with me?" I half-teased him, knowing damn well that he possessed several giant hard drives filled with pregnancy-themed pornography; he undoubtedly had dozens of hours of content to share with me. He stood abruptly, grabbed my hand, and led me to the shared home office where his computer resided.

The tour he provided was a real whirlwind for me. Almost all of it was incredibly arousing; I could feel my pussy soaking my panties through. These big pregnant girls could really take a dick! I was thoroughly impressed. Allen really seemed to like cum shots onto their bumps, at least based upon the selections from his collection he opted to share with me. That was how just about all of them ended; I was far from complaining. It was so filthy, this unloading of physical sexual energies onto this symbol of maternity and family. It felt borderline sacrilegious in the most delicious way. I wanted to be used like this, to grow a huge belly and turn into a cum-magnet. I desperately desired to play with a load on my midsection, coat myself in shiny-white pearls. This instantly became my ultimate pregnancy goal. When I informed Allen of this, he 100% guaranteed we could make this happen for me. Or, for us, really: it was his fetish too, of course. We could do it many times over, he promised. This was most excellent news.

I was impatient to grow a visible bump. This made me remember Allen's mentioning prosthetic silicone pregnant bellies. He'd brought up this topic months ago and dropped it when I'd responded far from favorably. Now, though, I was more than ready for it. Allen was thrilled with this latest development in my burgeoning fetish; we got online right away to do some shopping. These things were quite expensive, but their sexy allure overcame their price tags. We opted to get two of them: I wanted one for myself, naturally, and it turned out Allen had always wanted to try it himself. The idea of Allen wearing a big pregnant belly intrigued me and made me slightly uneasy at the same time: we'd just have to see if I was into it or if it would turn into more of a solo toy for him. The biggest bellies were the only choice, we decided, though they were over $200 apiece. We bit the bullet and ordered them, even opting for a rushed delivery option given our collective impatience.

Our bellies arrived from overseas after an interminable 5 days of waiting. We dove right in, both strapping one on for some sexy play mere moments after they arrived at our door. Wearing these huge, smoothly fake-looking bellies was somewhat ridiculous but very arousing regardless. The look of Allen's hard cock poking out from just under a baby bump was majorly transgressive and majorly worked for me. I guess it turned out I was kinda into male pregnancy; Allen seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his own belly as well. And we both enjoyed mine too, of course. I thought it went very well with my swollen and dark-nippled titties.

Once we were all strapped in and looking nice and pregnant, it was time to figure out the mechanics of intercourse with two huge bellies getting in our way. Oral in either direction was easy enough: I could still get on my knees in front of Allen, or he could reach my pussy while I was laying down. Our solidly-built new bumps looked more than heavy enough to be pulled down by gravity, but stayed pretty firmly in place given how tightly they strapped onto our bodies: thus, they didn't really get in the way of face-to-crotch access.

Attempting to get into position for missionary or cowgirl, the two bellies collided and made entry all but impossible. We settled on doggystyle, Allen's belly resting on my ass as he got his dick in me from behind. He gripped my false bump with both hands as he humped me; I wished I could feel his hands on me and fantasized about the day when the belly would be all me. When his rhythm turned raggedly climax-imminent after 5 minutes or so of thrusting, I quickly instructed him to pull out and got myself into position with my belly facing up. He finished himself off right onto my fake bump, the first of what I hoped would be many belly cum shots. This one was synthetic, of course, but soon enough I'd be rocking a real belly for Allen to shoot plenty of loads onto.

The day of beginning to show came a little earlier than anticipated. I was only 11 weeks along when I started to develop a tummy. My pre-pregnancy thinness did me a real favor in this regard, according to my research: ladies with a bit more meat on their midsections could take an extra month or more to start showing. Instantly, I couldn't keep my hands off myself. My tiny belly was located just bellow my navel, right where my uterus was starting to bulge. It was delightfully firm to the touch. I rubbed it incessantly. It just felt so right: just as my mind filled with so many new near-maternal emotions, so too did my body fill itself in. I felt as though I was swelling in every conceivable way.

As the weeks went by, it all just got more and more pronounced, more and more wonderful. And certain symptoms got shittier and shittier, of course. The highs were well worth the lows, but still, I don't wish to gloss over the more negative aspects. I was constantly sore, for one. Like, almost everywhere. Rapid physical growth will most definitely take its toll. I tried to keep reminding myself that it was all part and parcel of being pregnant, the slightly unfortunate cost of something otherwise magical. My feet swelled until they were painful and wouldn't fit into any of my shoes; but, my breasts were swelling into something shapelier than ever and were extremely arousing. I could think about the trade-offs in that fashion, I figured; it made the whole affair more palatable.

Much to my delight, I just kept getting bigger and bigger. I mean, of course I did, right? That's just the way growing another person inside you works. Nonetheless, it was a constant source of joy. Diaphragmatic breathing made the whole belly swell with every intake of air, really feeling like it simulated my bump growing over and over again. A grand preview of things to come was evident against my belly-gripping palms as I inhaled. I had fantasies of this rapid growth becoming real, of going from 15 weeks along to 35 weeks overnight. I wanted my swelling to be observably extreme in this fashion. That wasn't to be, of course: it all happened in microscopic increments, in slow motion. There was a bright side to this: pregnancy took an entire, beautiful 40 weeks rather than just a few days as my imagination desired. It was nice that it was so stretched out, though the tangibly slow process could be aggravating at times.

My growing bump had me very horny. That probably goes without saying by this point in my tale. Rubbing my burgeoning bump really did it for me, as did the rest of my developing curves. Unsurprisingly, Allen was way into it as well. His fetishistic fantasies being satisfied in real life did not seem to disappoint in any way. We fucked like crazy, using my prosthetic belly less and less as my real belly grew larger and larger. Without a growing baby belly of his own to add to the mix, we did still use Allen's prosthesis pretty regularly. Allen would shoot his load onto my belly, then we'd rub our two bellies together till we both sported a sexy, pearlescent-white sheen. We washed the synthetic belly after every use, of course, just to keep it sanitary and soft to the touch. My real-life belly, on the other hand, could fully take a load of cum as moisturizer: I liked to let it sink into my skin completely over time.