Carly’s Pregnant Adventures #1

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Being seven months pregnant is something that earns you plenty of attention, whether it’s the old lady behind the counter at the drug store, or whether it’s the overly careful bus driver. And it’s lovely to have all that, but what isn’t is the back pains, the sore (and leaky) breasts, and the fact that you can’t do half of what you used to be able to do without aching like a bitch.

A simple walk around the corner makes you feel as though you’ve ran a marathon, so you can imagine my ire when having to call out a tow truck to take in my car. My boyfriend had been telling me for weeks that he was going to change the valve. I couldn’t even tell you what valve, and I’m willing to bet that he couldn’t either, he just wanted to appear to know what he was talking about.

Two days I had been with out a car, two days I had been riding buses or spending a fortune on cabs. Every single time I did, I was told that I shouldn’t be doing it in my condition. Well, thanks, captain fucking obvious.

I guess my hormones were going crazier than I thought, I was snapping at everyone, but mostly my boyfriend who sought solace at work with over-time. He told me that we needed all the money would get our hands on, but in my opinion, it was his way of justifying his absence from my craziness.

I refused to buy a new wardrobe of clothes simply because I knew that in a few months I’d be able to fit back into everything, the only thing I had to get was breast feeding bra’s. You know, the kind of bra your grandma would wear.

It was a hot day and I was again sweating amongst the masses on the public bus, a good looking guy had given up his seat and was stood next to where I was sitting. I couldn’t help but look him up and down, he must have been around six feet tall. Messy brown hair, tight pants and a long sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’d unbuttoned a few buttons and I caught a glimpse of a chest tattoo, it was then that I noticed he was returning my stare.

My legs were on full display under a loose skirt, the waistband was comfortable underneath my bump and as far as I was concerned, if it didn’t have buttons I was going to wear it. My vest top had straps that cut into my shoulders, so I hadn’t put my arms through them. Instead I just bunched them up and tucked them underneath my arms, my bra was slightly visible both through the top and over it, as well as a seven month bump I had breasts that had gone from a 32c to a 33d. I didn’t need to think too hard on what he was looking at.

The bus rolled on and jolted, causing him to lurch forward. He managed to steady himself but not before his bulge bumped into my shoulder. I had a sudden rush of hormones come over me, it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. With my pregnancy, and I guess with every pregnancy, I could become crazy horny at the flick of a switch. I had no control over it, and it made me do things I would never do.

Two months ago I was staying at my parents, and I caught my little brother downstairs in the lounge late at night watching porn. I watched from the gap in the doorway for a few minutes deciding what to do, since moving in with my boyfriend I hadn’t seem him much. And you can always tell when someone has changed when you haven’t seem them for a while.
My brother had grown up a lot in the few months I hadn’t seen him, and this was also evident by the beer cans that were led next to him. So I crept into the room and in a few short steps, I was at the edge of the sofa he was laid on. I had a birds eye view of his hard cock as he stroked it. I glanced over to the TV screen and saw the blonde bombshell riding one guy, while another pounded her ass from behind. A third guy was balls deep down her throat, and my brother was obviously loving what he saw.

And I was beginning to too. I could feel myself getting wet, the cream was forming inside of me and I knew that it wasn’t going to be long until my skimpy pyjama shorts were going to get damp.