The sobbing was barely audible over the background of the store's announcements about their various specials, the steady rumble of buggies passing, and various conversations of customers going about their business. I was just there to pick up a couple of things for a late night snack to keep me going at the office. I was trying to complete my task amongst the crowd of people in the oversized store that seemed to sell everything that China has to offer.
As I looked over the incredible variety of soups before me, I couldn't block out the sobbing sounds I heard coming from just beyond the end of the aisle. Looking up, I turned my head towards the noise. A lady who looked to be in her mid-twenties was the source of the sound. Aside from the distressed look on her face, she was striking even though her cheeks and neck were a little chubby. Her hair was nearly black it was so dark and it appeared to be long and straight. She couldn't be much over five foot tall, causing her head to be the only thing exposed over the clothes rack she was standing behind.
I bet a guy has something to do with that I thought to myself and returned my attention to the soups. Chicken noodle, cream of chicken, reduced sodium chicken ... where the hell is the chicken and rice? Again, my concentration was broke constantly hearing this lady sobbing. I couldn't help but notice that not a single person stopped to see what was wrong with this lady despite a constant flow of people passing by.
You're better than that. I'll just go over and see if there is anything I can do for her. I doubt she'll say much to me anyway so I'll be able to get back to picking out my snack and return to work with a little bit of self-satisfaction.
"Are you okay ma'am? Is there anything I can do?" I asked as I approached her. Slowly looking up, she sniffed and parted her lips, but instead of speaking she just started crying louder. Shit, this was a mistake. I'm committed now.
I inched closer around the clothes rack she was hiding behind. As she turned, it wasn't her face or large breast that were split like a open hands awaiting to be grasped that caught my attention it was her large belly sticking out towards me. She's pregnant. Without warning, I felt my dick start to stiffen. This isn't right, I said to myself. She's clearly in distress, pregnant, and I'm getting horny. What's wrong with you?
"Can I help?" I said as my dick continued to grow.
"I'm not sexy anymore." she managed to blurt out.
"I'm a cow now and there's nothing here that will fit my fat ass anymore!"
With that, she lurched towards me wrapping her hands around me as she sobbed in my chest. My hands automatically wrapped around her pulling her into me as I tried to reassure her.
"It's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. You've never looked more sexy than now." I said without having the slightest idea of what she was like before she got knocked up but I could only assume she was knockout.
"Pregnant women are so ... so sensual. It makes you look hot and more womanly than ever."
"You're just saying that." she said as her sobbing trailed off and she looked up at me with a slight smile through red eyes still full of tears.
"No, really, there's just something about pregnancy that makes a woman more appealing." I said as I questioned what I was doing. She's clearly in need and here I am trying to work my way under her giant belly.
"You're so full of shit! He won't even touch me anymore and I've never been so horny. I can't even take care of myself because my giant belly gets in the way."
I couldn't help but laugh a little at the mental image of her rolling around like a beached whale trying to get herself off. She knew the image I had in my mind and smiled giving me a playful slap on my chest.
"You've got to admit that's got to be a funny sight to witness." I said as I continued to chuckle.
"That's awful. Here I am frustrated, hormonal, crying in a store, and hugging someone I don't even know and you're making fun of me." Although scolding, the tone was playful, confirmed by her smile and giggling.
"I can't help it. I'm being serious though. A woman who is pregnant is so sexy." I said giving into my desires.
She broke off her hug with me and stared at the clothing beside her with a serious look returning to her face.
"He hasn't looked at me with any interest in months. I've tried to wear sexy stuff, but nothing fits me. I'm so horny, but I'm a bloated whale. How can anyone love this? How could anyone want this or even get hard-on looking at this?" she said as she looked down towards her protruding belly holding her hands out to present herself for inspection. For the first time I had a chance to take in her beauty. Her hair was long, all the way down to the top of her ass. Although her face and neck had extra fat, the remainder of her body didn't show any signs of pregnancy fat other than the exceptional growth of her breast resting on top of either side of her very large belly. She was as short as I thought, so much so that her head only reached the middle of my chest. I suppose I took too long to admire her.
"See? I'm huge and repulsive."
"That's not fair. You're pregnant. You're beautiful, sexy, and desirable in your own right. Truth be told, you've made me hard as a rock." I said surprised at my own blunt response.
"You're just trying to make me feel good." she said with a smile as she glanced towards my crotch.
"No, you're actually making me horny as hell right now." I said as I pulled her into me even though I realized her belly would prevent her from feeling my swelling cock.
"He said I was paranoid about my size and left after we argued saying that I better figure out how to get home on my own." She started to sniffle a little again.
"That really doesn't seem like the right thing to say to a woman whose the mother of your child. That's just wrong."
"Well he did." she said as she pressed her face against my chest. I could feel her belly pressing against me and my hard-on was raging even more by now. I really need to end this and just help this lady out.
"Where's he at?"
"He left. I saw him go out the the door and I can't call a friend to take me home because I just moved here."
"How are you getting home then?"
"I don't now. He left me here without a ride."
"I'm just a couple of blocks away. I'll tell you what, how about I take you back to my office, allow you to settle down a little and give him a chance to figure out how dumb he is?"
"But I don't even know you." she said with a bit of protestation in her voice.
"At least at my office you can calm down and figure out what you want to do." With that, I reached into my pocket and handed her my business card. I suppose my genuine concern for her well-being along, my dress attire (a suite, tie, overcoat), and my profession, as indicated on my business card, as an accountant made her feel at ease.