Hi! I'm Daniel. What can I say? I am undeniably a pervert. I do have a Master's degree in social work, though, so it's not like I'm unqualified for my new job. It was via a social work forum that I heard of Jane's House, in fact. Not on a pregnancy fetish site, as might pretty reasonably be presumed.
For expectant mothers without a stable living situation, Jane's House is a godsend. Relief from hardship, housing assistance, career services: Jane's House does it all and does it well. I'm about 3 weeks into my position here. Honestly, putting aside the pregnancy aspect for a second, it's a team I'm very proud to be a part of.
But you're not here for me to put the pregnancy aspect aside, are you? Let's put it front and center: I am surrounded by baby bumps all day, and I could hardly be happier. Luckily, socializing with the ladies of Jane's House is sort of part of the job, because if it wasn't, I'd sure as shit shirk my responsibilities to do so. I'm getting along with all the preggo residents handsomely.
There are five knocked up ladies living here at the moment, all first pregnancies and in the 19-23 age range. I'll walk you through the current roster:
Lauren is quiet and reserved with me thus far, though I hope that'll change as her pregnancy progresses as I already desperately want to get a belly rub in. She's 6 months along right now, thin frame with a perfect, tight tear drop of a bump. Despite her shyness, she frequently rocks some very tight t-shirts, tantalizingly accentuating her form.
Where Lauren is a calming presence in the house, Monica is loud and often brings chaos. I'm going to need my comfort level to go up with her a bit if I'm to rub that belly, as she currently intimidates me a bit. Emotional intensity-wise, but physically, too. Even correcting for gestational enhancement of curves, she's got the tits and ass of a porn star.
She's 8 months into her pregnancy, though you would never guess she was even pregnant from behind. A perfect example of being "all stomach," her bump is like a tight, slightly larger version of a basketball protruding from her torso. I delight in my days of seeing her in form-fitting attire.
With Jennifer, I had an instant and easy rapport. Our personalities gel pretty well, I think. I also think, though, that she's been flirting with me ever so subtly. She's 6 months along, a fiery 5'2" with voluminous curly hair, sporting a thick figure from pre-pregnancy and consistently clad in extremely flattering bodycon midi dresses. Her bump is a perfect curve out from her pubic region up to just below her breasts. Fantastic.
I feel lucky to have gotten in here while Ashlynn's a client: she's carrying twins, and she is carrying them well. She's 7 months pregnant currently: fit physique, generally modest curves, and a bump that sticks straight out of her a good two feet. It's a doozy of a torpedo.
In fact, the first day I met her, my hands basically involuntarily grabbed onto the bump. It got near me, was instantly magnificent to behold, and I had an impulse I apparently couldn't squash. She can hardly approach a person without it getting in their personal space; sweet as usual, she said "it's happened before, and it'll happen again." Great attitude, and much appreciated by yours truly. And that torpedo is TIGHT, by the way. Unbelievable.
My favorite of the bunch is probably Mary, largely due to her having a similar sense of humor to mine. And, who am I kidding, also due to that perfect, firm and round bump of hers. We have a really good time together, which quickly led to my getting in regular belly rubs (besides my unfortunate incident with Ashlynn, hers is the first bump I managed to touch here).
Proudly and gorgeously, she's got a crazy sexy figure and attitude. Besides the sizable tits, curvy waist, and thick ass that she's definitely been in possession of for her entire adult life, her massive 8 months bump completely consumes her torso, every conceivable bit of space taken up by it in addition to the foot-and-a-half in front of her into which it protrudes. It's nothing but firm, incredibly shapely and round. I've definitely touched it for an amount of time that turned awkward...at least twice.
Having described to you the five wonderful bumps that surround me 40 hours a week, you might imagine how I struggle not to spend my whole day staring. I won't say I'm succeeding perfectly, but I hope I've maintained a measure of balance and discretion.
When I'm trying to do some paperwork with Ashlynn comparing her 7 months twin belly to Mary's 8 months singleton belly three feet to my left, I don't exactly manage to pay the paperwork my full attention. By the time they've both raised their shirts to expose the bumps for all to see, I'm typing 2 words per minute.
Ashlynn has trouble covering her giant torpedo of a gut with any articles of clothing, and frequently opts to let her tops casually ride atop the bump as she incessantly rubs her taut skin. She catches me staring repeatedly, but says nothing. Has she made meaningful eye contact two or three times? Maybe, but I can't trust my fantasizing ass. At least my erections keep me from going over to join her rubbing sessions.
Yesterday, Monica joined in with Ashlynn and Mary. Three bumps were bared, hands were rubbing all over the others' bellies, and they'd chosen to do all this standing within arm's reach of my desk. I've been caught staring by all five of the residents by this point, and I swear they must be talking, comparing stories and (easily) figuring out my interest in their pregnant physiques.
