Having a baby isn't all that it's made out to be, at least for the first time Mom-to-be who doesn't know quite what's going to happen.
That's how it was for Ron and me. After five years of marriage we had decided to start a family and I really didn't know what I had let myself in for.
The first mistake I made was getting pregnant at Christmas time. That meant I was at my biggest during the long, hot days of summer, in a house with no air-conditioning. So I started going to work in flowing shift dresses, a tremendous change from my usual business attire. Even maternity pantyhose had become uncomfortable around my over-swollen belly, so I dispensed with them. Panties were the same, they were either too tight on my large stomach or they didn't cover it, so I got rid of them too. I actually felt a lot more comfortable without these undergarments and wondered why I had ever bothered to wear them.
I was also having a terrible time trying to find a bra to contain my overflowing boobs. Before I got pregnant I had been blessed with a pair of very sensitive 36DD's, which gave both Ron and I a great deal of pleasure. But since my fifth month they had started to grow and it seemed they weren't ever going to stop. The largest bras I could find in the stores were EE cups, and they just pinched my over-abundance so much, I decided to have some made. I called a custom bra maker. The lady was very nice but told me it would take three to four weeks to make me a bra. If I wanted that long I would probably need an even bigger size! I dumped the idea. I figured that I would be taking maternity leave in just six weeks and then it wouldn't matter. Ron and I never wear clothes at home, and that's where I would be.
My doctor had told me that even though this was my first baby, my milk glands were growing at such a prodigious rate that I ought to have no trouble at all feeding the baby and would probably be able to feed another as well. With all the attention my new-found glory was receiving, not only from Ron but also from other men, I was beginning to appreciate my new-found glory. With all the attention they received especially from the creams I had been using, my boobs had never felt so good. They had never been softer to the touch, nor so sensitive. Merely brushing against my nipples would make them stand out, and boy, did they ever stick out! My aureola were much darker too, and larger, a marked contrast to the milky whiteness of the rest of the breast. My Montgomery glands were far more noticeable, erect constantly and tipped in white, they too contrasted well against the darker skin of my aureola.
I went to the office braless the following day for the first time. I didn't know if anyone had noticed that, for the past few weeks I had not been wearing panties or hose, but when I was sitting at my desk, my boss Bob, certainly seemed to notice my braless state.
When your tummy gets as swollen as mine, and you have to sit down, your thighs press the bulge upward, even if you sit with your legs apart. And when you have tits to rival Milena Velba in size, they in turn get pushed upwards and tend to spill sideways because of their immense weight. I found myself sitting with my tits half under my arms! In itself that was OK, but my upper arms rubbed against my nipples as I typed and did those nipples ever react! I was trying to deal with this problem when Bob called me into his office.
"I have a couple of things we need to talk about." He said without looking up. "Sit down while I finish this."
I sat, my arms folded across my chest to hide my embarrassment. I waited patiently, hoping my nipples would soften before he was ready.
Bob had always been very kind to me. In a small company it is always good to be able to get on with everybody, and even though I had been hired as Bob's personal secretary, a position of power in the company, I had seemed to earn the respect of the other employees. I felt I got on well with Bob and I liked him as a person. When I started the job only six month's previously, I had told him I was pregnant and would need a couple of month's maternity leave. As a father of three, he understood fully, then went on to tell me that since the birth of their first daughter, his wife had not been back to work.
"Yeah!' I thought to myself. "You own this place and don't need the bucks like Ron and me."
He finished what he was doing and got up. Walking over to the temperature control, he adjusted it. The air-conditioner had been roaring away and he turned it off.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Victoria, is it too chilly in here for you?"
"No thanks, Bob. I'm fine."
"Well, er..." Bob fumbled for words. "I couldn't help noticing..." His voice trailed away. Yes, he really had noticed my big nubs poking through the cotton dress.
"What I mean is..." He stopped again. "Look, Victoria, I'm going to get my wife Heather in here to talk to you. Girl to girl sort of stuff. Do you understand?"
I glanced down at my chest. Damn nipples were still sticking out a mile. "Sure," I replied, "Love to talk to her again." I had met her socially several times in the
six
month's I had worked for her husband and greatly admired the woman. She was a very stunning redhead, tall and slender but with a bosom my newfound glory could almost rival.
"It's obvious," Bob went on, "that you are getting a little. . .shall we say, 'uncomfortable' now that you are so close to term..." I was surprised at his use of the correct word. "...And I think my wife Heather can help you. Why don't I arrange for the two of you to have lunch today?"
"That would be great." I replied. He picked up the phone and made the arrangements.
"That's settled then," he announced. "My wife will be here just before noon for you. The other matter can wait till after you've spoken with Heather."
I thanked him and returned to my desk.
Just before noon, in walked Heather. She was every bit as good-looking as I remembered her, red hair framing a fair-skinned face. She wore a simple button-through dress, tightly belted, accentuating her more than ample bosom. The hem line was just above the knee and the collar was turned up at the neck. She stopped at my desk.
"Hello, my dear," she said. "Just let me say 'Hi' to Bob and then we'll get something to eat."
She walked into her husband's office and, against the light from the windows, I could see the outline of her slender legs through her dress.
I ran to the bathroom as fast as my big tummy and jiggling breasts would allow. By the time I returned, Heather was just leaving her husband's office.
"I've got this!" she said triumphantly, waving Bob's gold card, "Let's really have lunch!" She emphasized the word 'really'. I grabbed my purse and followed her. Putting her arm through mine as we crossed the parking lot she said, "I know how you must feel. It's been nearly twenty years since I was last pregnant, and I know how uncomfortable that was. She unlocked the Mercedes and we got in. "I thought we'd go to 'La Dolce Vita'," she continued, "I hope you like Italian food?"
"Oh, yes." I replied.
"Although at this time of day we might have to wait, but I'll see what I can do about that." Turning to look me up and down, Heather asked, "When are you due?"
"September thirtieth, give or take a day or two."
"That's less than two month's away," she replied, then added, "And of course this is your first?"
