Chapter 1 - Signs
“Andy?”
“Yes, my sweet, what can I do for you, you ravishingly beautiful creature.”
“Get away with you. Beached whales are not beautiful, not out of the element God created them for, and a beached whale is very much what I feel like. How can you still think I'm beautiful when I'm this size? You can't lay on top of me and make love, even your massive cock can't reach that far. I'm fat, I'm horrible, and I'm sick of hauling this around.”
I ran my hand over the curve of her distended belly, then cupped one of her breasts as it hung in her bra. She was definitely growing there too, boob flesh spilled out the top of the cups and the straps were clearly digging in due to the weight they were carrying.
“You are wonderful, nature's marvel. Isn't this what your God intended you for? Tits are bigger, too.”
“That's all you care about, isn't it?” She sat up and unhooked her bra, sighing with relief as she took it off. Her hands cupped her breasts before I could, lifting them and then squeezing the flesh, as if milking them. “Oh, my Sweet Lord, I'm starting to make milk. Quick, Andy, in the kitchen, top, right-hand cupboard is a grey bag. It's a breast pump and bottles. If I'm producing at this stage, it will be colostrum. I need to extract it and freeze it, keep it for the baby.”
I climbed off the bed and padded naked to the kitchen, amused and aware of how my erection swayed in front of me. I found the bag and padded back to the bed, sitting next to her as I passed her the bag. She leant over and kissed the tip of my waving erection.
“Later,” she promised, and set about assembling a bottle and connecting it to the pump, all the time reading and following the instructions printed in minute letters in the tiny manual. “This is all your fault too, you know?”
“What is?”
“Me, starting to make milk at thirty-seven weeks, not at birth. It's because you won't leave them alone, constantly squeezing and fondling, sucking the nipples. My body's confused. It must think I've got a child already.”
“Do you want me to stop, to leave you alone?”
“No,” she said sadly, “but you'll have to, at least, not sucking them, or you'll get milk.”
I swallowed hard and my cock twitched.
“Andy! That is not sexy… is it?”
“Oh God, yes!”
“Andy, he may be providing, but there's no need to take his name in vain.”
“Sorry, but, fuck, yes, it's sexy. I mean, I'd not want to starve our child, but before it, he, she, whatever, is born, why can't I try your milk?”
“You drink coffee black because you aren't keen on milk,” she pointed out, the first of the bottles starting to collect some drops of a yellowish liquid.
“Well, that's from cows. This is yours. Anything from you must be wonderful. I bet it is.”
She looked at me, looked down as she attached the second bottle, then looked back at me.
“I feel like a cow now. A cow in a milking parlour, hooked up to the milking machines.”
“How does it feel? Cows go in and stand waiting. Automated farms have the cows go in and unload when they want, not when a farmer drives them in. They must find it pleasurable, or they wouldn't do it.”
“Are you calling me a cow? Andy? First a whale, now a cow. I am so sick of being pregnant.”
“I didn't call you a whale or a cow. I was the one that said you were beautiful, remember?”
Kat tilted her head and smiled at me coquettishly. “Okay, but I'm saving the colostrum for the baby. When I start making milk, you can have a go.” Her hands hefted her boobs. “The size of these, there should be milk for two. The Health Visitor said even women with very small boobs can make enough milk to feed a baby. I should have enough to feed an army.”
“You know when you've filled those bottles, or finished, or what ever happens, how about you put your wimple on and bend over so I can take you from behind? Nice and deep. Nice and slow, until you cum?”
Kat looked up at me. “You never stop, do you? I supposed we should make the most of it, whilst there is just the two of us.” She winked. “You'll be on blow and handjobs only, for weeks, until I recover, six weeks at least, if it comes out smoothly.”
I may have looked depressed, although I tried to hide it.
“We'll manage. I'll find some way to relive your tensions.”
Kat laughed. “Go and fetch my wimple, Horny. This is finishing. There's hardly any, but at least we know that I've started, so we can start collecting it for the baby.”
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