The Pregnant Girl

The Pregnant Girl by Ruben (ruben@start.com.au)

Here I sit, with my jeans undone and my seven months pregnant belly hanging over the top. I am wearing my sexy silk underwear, which and bra part can just hold my breasts and the pants part is having a hard time staying up because of my belly. Excited yet ?

Of course being pregnant with two children makes clothes selection hard. Twins you hear me say ? Yep. Here am I, a 21 year old university student and all I can do is get banged up with twins. How did I find out about my situation ? Read on...

I was 20 when I got impregnanted. I was at a party, drunk, etc, etc, had sex, etc, don't remember the father, etc. As you can see, it was not an uncommon way I got pregnant.

I had the usual morning sickness, but that didn't make my mind click on being pregnant. There was a case of food poisoning at the uni, and I thought I got it. Then, I started to notice my breasts were getting bigger. I thought this was not a natural occurence (unfortunately!), so I went to see a doctor. After the usually diagnosis and crap, I found out I was pregnant. But the bigger shock was when I went to a gynocologist. After having the scanner rubbed over my belly (I found it arousing) the screen showed not one but TWO babies. I almost fell out of the bed. After finding out about my multiple pregnancy, I spent most of my days rubbing my expanding belly and breasts.

I am (but not currently) a competition swimmer. I wore my competition swimsuit for the first half of my pregnancy. My girlfriends watched me each month, as my belly got bigger and bigger. The sponsors names on my swimsuit kept on stretching out, so their logos looked funny. My girlfriends wanted me to still be in competition, but with my big belly, the drag was so much that I was far too slow to keep up. Also I was getting tired easily, especially with twins. But I enjoy the feel of clothes stretching to their limits on my belly and breasts.

At the start of my pregnancy i loved wearing my bras that were getting too small on my big lactating breasts. It gained me a lot of attention. Becuase I live in Dawrin, which is in the northern part of Australia we it is a constant 30 degrees celcius (work that out for Fahrinheit, I can't), so seeing anyone half naked is not strange. I wore to uni a bikini top and demin shorts. The bikini top was having a hard time holding my breasts in, to the enjoyment of most of the boys on the campus. But I loved that attention. It is good to look busty, because I'm usually a petite B cup, because of my fitness and low body fat, but with my pregnancy, my breasts have gone to a D cup, thus gaining more attention. For the first three months I was able to use the bigger breasts to their full advantage, showing off the large amount of cleavage and sometimes giving the boys a full show of my breasts falling out of the top. My breats would milk sometimes, leaving strains on my dresses or bras. I loved the feeling of having enormous breasts. I wanted to keep them forever, although I know that they'll disappear in time. One time I wore a bra that everyone could hear and see that it was under pressure. They wobbled around the top of the bra, then unexpectly they brusted out of the bra, and almost hung down to my belly button. I gave the guys a real rev up.

The true reason of my pregnancy came apparent in the late parts of the third month...

I was in another bikini (I love the bikini, easy to put on and easy to clean) with a skirt. i was at a table with my girlfriends and their boyfriends (mine had gone bush) when suddenly my seceret "appeared". My belly muscles must have given up the pressure of holding back my growing babies. All of a sudden my belly sprang out, busting a button off my skirt. One of the boys looked at it and said "Well, who was the hungry girl ?". I told my friends the truth.

"Pregnant ? I guess you wont be on the swimming team any more." said one girlfriend.
"With breasts like that her time would've been slow anyway," said another girlfriend.

>From then I have not even tried to cover my belly, let alone hide it. I tried to wear my normal pants until my belly finally restricted it, well, until I had enough of my belly busting my pants. One day went I was going out to the post box at my home, I was wearing a black silky bra and boxer shorts (then four months preg), my next door neighbour, a boy in his teens, saw me and my then not too big belly. I saw him, grinned and bent over showing my cleavage at him. He almost ejactated on the spot. I waggled my finger as I walked back inside my house to invite him in. Then we had the best sex that he has probably had (and the best while I am preggo. Hey what was going to happen ? I'll get pregnant?   ). He kept on grabbing my mountous breasts, which I would reply "Where is you manners?". He squeased my breasts and milk would squirt at him. He also rubbed my belly, which then my babies would kick back. The boy left my house very satisfied.

In my fifth month the holidays finally appeared. I spent most of my time sunbathing in a (you guess) bikini. My big belly and breasts were getting bronzed by the sun. When it got too hot I would go inside and strip off. it is fun walking about nude and pregnant, with nearly every body part jiggling. I would sit down and play with my breasts. I would act like my breasts were gun turrents and squirt milk in various directions. Then I tried to get into clothes that would have been waaaay too small for me. I tried on a slip dress, which made me look like I had cleavage a mile long, although I could not get it over my big belly. Then I tried on a button up dress. I could just get into it holding my breath in, but when I exhaled, my belly burst open a few of the buttons. Then I would rub my big belly that stuck out of my dress. I felt really sensual.

Yes, I have done all those brithing classes and exercises. I keep swimming, although it is getting harder with the large belly.

Oh well gotta go now. My babies are kicking in my belly, which means that they need some food. I might write again, but my belly is so large that I might not reach anything with my belly in the way.

The end ?