december 20th 2022
A bell jingled as the door to the café opened. Sam turned around as best they could, but saw a middle-aged man in a tweed jacket walking into the shop. Disappointed, they faced the table again, sighing. They’d technically arrived early, so they shouldn’t expect the other girl to be there for another five minutes at least.
Their own impatience was eating at them, though, further fueled by the dull ache of the nearly uncushioned wooden chair. Even the little bit of extra 'padding' on their rear wasn't helping, and there were a couple of people staring while trying to hide that fact. At least that long-haired guy over by the counter was kind of cute...
The bell rang again, but Sam was determined not to look this time. So determined, in fact, that they didn't notice who had arrived until she sat down, wiggling her fingers in a nervous wave.
"Um... hi! You, uh, you must be Sam." She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face.
Sam smiled back more confidently. "And you must be Maggie. Nice to meet you." They reached across the table, shaking Maggie's hand.
The two women sat there for almost a minute without talking, trying to surreptitiously look one another over without the café's other customers noticing. Finally, Maggie again broke the silence.
"You’re, uh, wow. I'll be honest, I thought you were using a wide-angle lens or something in your profile picture." She abruptly flushed bright red. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry, that was kinda rude..."
"No, I get it." Sam chuckled, patting their gravid tummy. "It's not all womb, though; definitely put on some weight since I started getting cravings."
Maggie smiled, relaxing a bit. "How far along are you?"
"About seven months."
"Wait, seriously?" The smaller woman flushed again, and lowered her voice. “Wow. Must, uh, must be a lot of 'em."
Sam ran a hand through their close-cropped brown hair. "Don't know yet. The girls have been taking care of me, so we're probably just gonna have the delivery at home."
"Your first?"
"Yeah." They smiled bashfully. "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting this to happen after I stopped dating guys. How about you?"
Maggie's smile returned as she gently cradled her belly. "Second. This one's a surrogacy for my best friend and her husband. First one was... oof, back in '05."
Sam's eyebrows raised. "Wow. How old were you? If you don't mind me asking."
"I was 19, he was 25." Her smile faltered a little. "He, uh, left not long after I figured out I was bi."
Unsure of what to say, the younger woman squeezed Maggie's hand. There was another pause before they spoke up. "So, uh... What made you try an all-girl dating app?"
Maggie chuckled. "Got tired of dudes ghosting me after we hooked up. At least most of the lesbians I've met are honest about just wanting to fuck." She rested her chin on her hand. "You?"
"I, well..." Sam bit their lip and lowered their voice. "Haven't just been craving food, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." The blonde blushed a little bit. "It's the hormones going crazy. But I guess that's why we're here..."
Sam blushed bright red, and looked around to make sure no one was listening in; if anyone was, they didn't show it. "So, uh... You wanna go get something to eat?"
"Definitely. How does Greek sound? I've been dying for some shawarma and salad all week."
"That sounds great." Sam pulled out their phone and dialed. “I took a cab here — can't exactly drive in my state. Will you, uh, help me up?"
It was Maggie's turn to blush again, and she stood up, doing her best to gently hoist the more gravid girl to their feet. Getting out of the chair, Sam's belly looked even more massive, and the size and weight of it practically bowed their legs. When the cab arrived, the girls squeezed into the backseat, fighting their mutual urges as the driver tried to engage them in small talk.
* * * *
After what felt like an hour of driving, the cab pulled up to a hotel. Maggie helped Sam slide out of the back, thanked the driver, and looked up at the building - cheap but respectable.
"The Greek food was just a ruse, huh?"
Sam wrapped one arm as far around their tummy as they could manage. "I have a rewards card here — last year's birthday present. The poor girl at the check-in desk thinks I'm just taking advantage of the hot tub."
Maggie's eyebrows raised. "You have a hot tub in your room?"
"All the rooms on the sixth floor do. I got stuck with one around New Year, but with my, er... condition, I reserve it on purpose whenever I come here."
"So no shawarma?"
Sam stuck out their tongue. "We can get some delivered, if you've got any room in there." With their free hand, they gave Maggie's stomach a playful poke.
"Can't even wait till we're upstairs?" Maggie returned the impish expression, then followed Sam as they waddled into the lobby. The younger woman swiped a plastic card against a PIN pad, smiled at the concierge, and stepped slowly over to the elevator.
As soon as the doors closed, Sam pulled Maggie in for a sloppy, slightly awkward kiss. The blonde placed a hand against Sam's belly, which was almost the size of a yoga ball, and gently pushed them away.
"No luggage, not even a suitcase... Aren't they gonna suspect we're up to something?"
"I don't care." Sam's eyes closed as they bit their lip, savoring Maggie's taste. "Seriously, I need this. I need you."
The doors slid open as they reached the sixth floor, and Maggie stepped gingerly out of the elevator. "Lead the way, then."
Sam's heavy breathing and flushed face could easily have been mistaken for exertion, especially with how heavy their new frame was. It took almost a minute for them to stumble down the hall to room 609, and the older, less gravid woman helped open the door.
Once safely inside the room, Sam slid a slightly chubby arm down Maggie's back, waiting for a nod before giving her bottom a squeeze. Despite the weight they'd put on, Maggie could feel the muscles working under their soft skin. The two women would have stood there fondling each other all day, until the blonde cleared her throat.
"Hey, um..."
"Yeah?"
She blushed, this time out of embarrassment. "I... kinda have to pee..."
"Oh, go ahead! Jeez, I'm sorry." Sam waddled out of the way of the bathroom, then padded over to the hot tub. They kicked off their flip flops, slipped off their blouse, then began the slow process of removing their nearly skin-tight sweatpants. By the time Maggie emerged from the bathroom, Sam had gotten them off about halfway.
Maggie couldn't help but bite her own lip at the sight of Sam's thighs. Already thickened by years of leg lifts, the added layer of fat made them rub together in all the most sensitive spots; during a shower, Sam had learned they could somewhat pleasure themselves without using their hands.
Blushing again, Maggie stepped into the room, revealing that they'd left their own leggings in the bathroom. "Need a hand with those?"
"Uh, wow... sure." Sam certainly liked the sight of Maggie's legs; though about half the diameter of theirs, they were fairly well toned by the demands of active life.
The older blonde walked over, with a swaying gait that showed off her bump with every step. She kneeled down beside the hot tub, where Sam had taken a hesitant seat on the edge. A few tugs were accompanied by grunts of relief as Sam's legs came free. It was only now, with Sam's legs spread apart, that Maggie could see that her paramour was completely nude beneath the now-discarded sweatpants.
"You little minx! Going commando, huh?"
They blushed. "None of my old panties fit..."
"Well, I suppose I don't mind too much." She grinned, biting her lip as she saw Sam's sex just inches away from her tongue. "Go ahead and get in the tub, and I'll help with your bra."
Sam did so, slowly and carefully lowering their body onto one of the seats in the side of the hot tub. Their butt was a little too big to fit entirely on the narrow plastic shelf, but once the warm water flowed in it wouldn't matter. "Wanna go ahead and turn the water on?"
"Sure." Maggie twisted the polished handle to the left, reaching down with one hand to make sure it was heating up. "Think we could have some fun with the jets?"
It was Sam's turn to chuckle. "It's your funeral. Just wait until the tub's full."
The smaller woman removed her bra and tank top in one fluid motion, then slipped into the tub beside Sam. She leaned in from one side, giving Sam another kiss. Safe from prying eyes, the two women's tongues probed deeper, not retreating from the short, breathy moans that came out. They would have continued for longer, but Sam tapped her lover's shoulder.
"Mmm... hey, don't forget to turn off the water."
Maggie nodded lazily and reached for the faucet, her head still swimming from the effects of her and Sam's mutual kiss. "Heh... wanna try the jets?"
Go ahead."
The petite blonde pressed the rubber-covered switch next to the spout, then jumped and gave out a squeak as the rumbling began. She had known the jets would be noisy, but they were almost deafening, physically shaking the whole tub until she hit the switch again.
"Ack!" Maggie put a hand on her chest, trying to will her heart to slow down.
"Told you." Sam looked at her, vaguely amused, their mood improved by the warm water buoying their own chest.
Instead of replying aloud, Maggie reached for Sam's breasts with both hands, feeling their weight and softness. She realized that Sam's bra was quite wet, the fabric darkened well past the water line. With delicate fingers, she unfastened the hooks and let Sam's breasts fall free, a familiar slickness visible even before they dropped down to rest on their tummy.
Sam, too, noticed the slickness; a brief squeeze brought a bit of milk trickling out from one nipple. "Dang... You, uh, you don't mind this, do you?"
The blonde shook her head. "Kinda figured your tits weren't that big before the pregnancy."
"They certainly weren't." Sam chuckled, remembering their old figure — toned abs, A-cup breasts, thickly muscled thighs — as if it were a decade ago.
"Um..." Maggie swallowed nervously, licking her lips. "M-may I...?"
Sam bit their lip and cradled the back of Maggie's head, gently guiding her to their left nipple. The older woman certainly had experience with this kind of situation, but the result was new; she had to fight her gag reflex as a trickle of warm, creamy liquid filled her mouth.
It tasted... good? But the act of suckling on her lover's breast, the knowledge that she was doing what her own hormones had kept other women from doing to her... that really spurred her on, and she gave a sultry moan with her lips still wrapped around Sam's nipple.
For their part, Sam was even more turned on than Maggie, though they didn't express their arousal as loudly. Their other partners had certainly been willing to help with lactation, even if Janie wasn't into it exactly. More than the relief, though, was the little thrill of being so intimate with a virtual stranger. Hell, the last time they'd been this turned on was a few years ago, when they met a lesbian in yoga class and quickly brought her to climax in a public restroom.
After a long minute, Sam gently pushed Maggie's head away from their left breast, then guided her to the right. Maggie was far too blissed out to resist, and her mouth actually started to water as her lips closed around Sam's skin once more. Though the taste of the milk started to cloy in her mouth, she didn't care — all that mattered was pleasing her lover, drawing out more of those delicious, subtle moans and sighs.
By the time Maggie had her fill, Sam was glad to have the pressure relieved. They were also more visibly aroused, their cheeks flushed pink. "Heh... You're pretty good at that..."
"It's easy when you taste so good..." Maggie licked her lips, savoring Sam's taste. She tilted her head down, planting gentle kisses on Sam's lips, then their neck, then between their soft, full breasts. "Mmm... tasty all over..."
Sam's eyelids fluttered as they lost themself completely in sensation, feeling an expectant tingling as Maggie's lips moved further down. "F-feel free to... mmm, kiss my tummy, too..."
"Ohhh, yes..." Maggie kissed Sam's round belly eagerly, her lips seeking out what little was visible of their stretched navel. As she finally found it, she gave the tiny, sensitive fold of skin a playful nibble, eliciting a gasp from her lover.
Sam's breathing quickened, then slowed to a heavy pant. "Heh... think I came a little just from that..."
It was Maggie's turn to moan, grinding her toned thighs together as tightly as she dared. "I... nnn, you're so hot... just wanna worship all your curves..."
"Yeah?" Sam didn't bat an eye at this, since they were into far weirder stuff. "Let's, mmm, let's get you into the bed, then we can keep going."
Reluctantly, Maggie pulled away and released the stopper, letting the warm water drain out of the hot tub. She shivered as her skin was exposed to the cooler air. "Brrr... C'mon, let's get under the covers..."
She helped Sam out of the tub; it took a lot longer to maneuver their gravid bulk out than to get in, but the two girls managed it. Sam waddled over to the bed, letting out a sigh of relief as they sank down on the king-size mattress.
Free of the shadows and refraction of the water, Maggie could see just how much Sam's belly stuck out while they laid on their back. If not for the added thickness of their thighs and arms, the sheer size of it would have seemed comical; but all Maggie could think about was how beautiful Sam's swollen frame looked. So full and fertile...
"You all right, Maggie?" Sam was struggling to see their date around their aforementioned swollen frame.
Hearing her name, Maggie snapped back to the present, and realized she was touching herself. "Uh, fine! Sorry, just... enjoying the view, I guess." She was grateful that Sam couldn't see how hard she was blushing right now.
"Can you grab my purse?" Maggie did so, then Sam patted the bed next to them. "C'mere."
As Maggie slid onto the bed, Sam took their purse and rummaged through it. They removed a long cloth bag — about three inches around and two feet long when it unfurled — and loosened the drawstring with a smirk. Inside was a double-ended, ribbed toy made of purple silicone.
"Ooh..." Maggie had seen these in shops before, but never used one. "What do you have in mind?"
Sam bit their lip. "A little foreplay first. What was it you said... you want to worship all my curves?" They waited for Maggie to nod. "All right. Help prop me up with those pillows, then you can go wild. And don't worry about hurting my feelings — I love how big I've gotten, and I don't mind hearing it."
Giggling nervously, Maggie grabbed all the pillows on the bed, then helped Sam sit up against the headboard. She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as she bent down, careful not to put any weight on her gravid tummy. "Mmm... you've filled out so nicely, Sam."
"Yeah?" They hoped this wasn't all she had.
"Yeah... Mmm, I love your hips." She punctuated her words with kisses in the appropriate spots. "You're, heh, you're like some kind of fertility goddess. So sexy and r-round..."
Sam closed their eyes, basking in the attention, enjoying the feeling of Maggie's gentle kisses. "Round, huh?"
Maggie nodded, though she knew Sam couldn't see her past the curve of their stomach. "So full and swollen... warm, beautiful..." She trailed off as she planted more kisses all over her lover's body.
"Ooh, yeah..." Their skin, stretched taut by their growing womb, was even more sensitive than usual.
The two women continued like this for a bit, Maggie blissfully kissing and massaging her lover's massive curves, Sam blissed out from the feeling of being worshiped so soon after their small climax in the tub. After a couple of minutes, Sam reached for the double-ended dildo.
"Hey, Maggie."
She pulled reluctantly away. "Yeah?"
"Can you get on all fours? I mean, are you able to right now?"
"I... I think so. Might need a couple pillows to put my arms on."
The larger girl tugged at her hand, pulling Maggie close to their face. "If you're up for it... I kinda want to fuck you."
Her jaw dropped at the wording, then she took a moment to think it through. "Like..."
"Like I put one end of it in me, and then use it like a strap-on." Sam patted their tummy. "I can't use a regular strap in my state, but... if I do you from behind, I think I can make it work. As long as I'm not too heavy for you."
Maggie nodded eagerly, already a bit wet at the thought. As Sam got up onto their knees, the petite woman grabbed several of the pillows and rested her forearms on them, her bottom almost up in the air. "Like this?"
"Yeah, hang on..." Sam struggled to reach around their belly, finally managing to slip the end of the dildo inside them. "Okay, probably gonna be a little heavy." They gripped the free end of the dildo with one hand, hefted their tummy out of the way with the other, and slipped the toy inside Maggie.
Maggie whimpered as she was penetrated. Both girls had been at the mercy of their hormones even before getting the room, so the dildo slid inside quite easily. After a few tentative thrusts to make sure everything was in the right place, Sam lowered the bulk of their tummy onto Maggie's lower back; if anything, the added weight only made Maggie moan louder.
Though their movement was limited, Sam was in ecstasy. The double dildo was their favorite toy, and the pressure as it slid back and forth inside them felt comforting. Sam looked down, barely able to see Maggie under their taller, much more... expectant body.
They weren't surprised at the little charge they got from that thought. Sam had always been turned on by the contrast between different body types, especially between themself and their partners. Before the pregnancy, they'd gotten wet from their differences with Janie; Sam was tall, toned, and butch where Janie was short, chubby, and feminine. Now, though, it was Sam's turn to be the big one — and while Maggie was certainly showing, the changes brought on by pregnancy hadn't transformed her figure in the way they had for Sam.
Maggie, meanwhile, was in heaven. The weight of Sam's body on top of her, the way she was completely pinned down by another (more heavily) pregnant girl... she couldn't find the words to describe it, but it felt amazing. Not to mention the novel experience of getting plowed from behind by another woman; most of her hookups thus far had involved vibrators and oral, rather than strap-ons.
Heretofore silent except for her moans, Maggie managed to gasp out a few words. "I... hah, I'm getting close..."
"Ohhh, me too..." Sam was almost entirely caught up in their own lustful thoughts, almost wishing their dick was real so they could knock Maggie up themself.
"S-Sam... please, pull my hair..."
They couldn't say no to that. Maggie's blonde locks felt like a perfect fit between Sam's fingers, and the shorter girl gasped as an electric sensation shot across her scalp. After less than a minute of this — Sam taking her from behind, tugging her hair, their heavy belly resting on her lower back — Maggie moaned, almost screeching as she felt the full force of a long-denied orgasm wash over her.
Sam wasn't far behind, especially hearing their lover's cute little moans. As their G-spot throbbed, they fantasized about shooting a thick, hot load into Maggie, breeding her all over again.
Neither of them spoke for almost five minutes; they kneeled there, panting, Sam barely able to get off of Maggie and lay down on the bed, cradling their swollen tummy. It was Maggie who finally spoke up, her voice little more than a whisper.
"Th-thank you..." She pushed a lock of hair out of her face, looking up at Sam. "I... I wanted this more than anything..."
They nodded, then took a moment to parse what Maggie had said. "Wanted to... to fool around with a pregnant girl?"
"No... Well, yes, but..." Maggie took a deep breath. "To make it with a pregnant girl... while I was carrying, too. I'm almost 35, this is probably my last chance to... you know. So after I got back from the fertility clinic, I just hopped on my phone and hoped for the best."
Sam wanted to say something slutty, but settled for wrapping an arm around Maggie and holding her close. Maybe it was just the afterglow, but they genuinely felt a little touched by this admission.
As the two women lay on their backs, their gravid forms on full display, Sam let their head turn to face Maggie. "Hey... Wanna take a nap?"
She nodded. "Yeah... then I wanna eat you out. For real."
Sam's nose wrinkled as they grinned. "Guess that'll be something else to cross off your bucket list."
As Maggie drifted off, she couldn’t help licking her lips. ■