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A World of Pregnancy: Alex – Non-Binary I’m just fat. Not trying to degrade myself with that word, really body positive generally and proud of my size. But right now, I’m really wishing I was showing. Four months in, I feel like I should be visibly pregnant. But I’m just fat still. The fat I’m carrying is keeping my bump from showing at the moment, and it’s making me a lot less positive about my body right now. I’m okay with my pregnancy now, but not okay with my weight. A step forward and a step way backward.
“It took me a long time to get comfortable with being technically obese, and I’m really struggling with it again now. I yearn for the visibly pregnant body, not all this undefined fat preventing the possibility of a cute little bump. Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. It’ll change, I’m pretty sure, once I am finally showing. I don’t believe I’m heavy enough to prevent myself from looking pregnant through the whole thing, so I think I just have to be patient. Once I’m showing, I’m hoping I can get okay with my weight again. Patience, patience, patience. Really wanted to get all this off my chest in a safe space, so thanks everyone.”
A heavily pregnant man speaks after me, a first-timer far enough along to be getting really nervous about birth and parenthood. But, he’s really enjoying the changes his body has been undergoing, despite having been worried that they’d undermine his masculinity. He’s felt even more like a man to be confident enough to embrace the feminine, not feeling like breasts and a baby bump threaten his masculinity. It’s nice to hear his success story, even if I can’t fully identify with it.
Another guy, not showing yet, talks about feeling like he had to choose between being a man and being a father, his wife forcing him to abandon his manhood so they could be parents. Not something I feel like hearing at the moment, so I tune him out. I take off as soon as the last person’s done speaking, happy to have put my feelings out there and to have heard at least one slightly hopeful thing.
Month 5
I am, at long last, SHOWING! Five months bursa eskort in, but it happened. It’s nothing to write home about and probably reads to strangers as me being a little bit fatter, but I can see and feel it and I love it. It isn’t cute like Gretchen’s early bump emerging elegantly from her flat stomach; it’s kind of lumpy and ill-defined, curving away from and back towards my torso twice in sort of a “B” shape, rather than the picture-perfect single, smooth mound thinner folks receive. I really don’t care, though. It’s a bump and it’s MY BUMP, and I think it’s beautiful. I touch it constantly, pushing down the fat to fully feel its firm glory.
My super supportive partners shower it with attention, too. Gretchen likes to push our bare bumps together, dual firmnesses creating pleasant resistance as we lean toward each other. Her 6 month belly takes up pretty much her whole torso, now protruding significantly further and supporting her hanging tits. Wes likes to cum directly onto my belly and rub it in, leaving me shiny, sticky, and pervertedly delighted. I’m glad to be getting in some sexy time with him during his first month, before morning sickness likely puts him out of commission a little further into his first trimester.
Two bellies now in the mix, our threesomes are getting pretty interesting. Most begin with the three of us standing and facing each other in a triangle. Each of us has one hand on each of the other two, resulting in at least one hand on each bump and the lone dick, other hands floating between various bumps and pussies. We’re all thoroughly wet and hard after a few minutes of this, good and ready for the next stage.
Right now, no one’s pregnant enough to fully prevent any of the more standard sexual positions, so we have a lot of choices and variants with three of us involved. Wes can fuck one of us missionary while the other sits on the face of the one being fucked. Gretchen and I can 69, Wes taking the one on top from behind. All of us very carefully positioned, everyone can be both giving and receiving oral at the same time. Lots of possibilities are open to us at the moment! bursa escort The most common issue that arises is that Gretchen loves for Wes to cum in her, while Wes loves to cum on one of the pregnant bellies. Privileged pregnancy problems, am I right?
Month 6
I’ve unmistakably developed a belly now, though I think it may be closer to what one might associate with the word “gut” than the word “bump.” It doesn’t have the roundness and definition I associate with “bump,” though I do find it just as cute as that type of belly. I’m very far from dropping (the baby won’t position itself in preparation for birth for a solid 3 months, after all), but my belly does hang down just a little bit. It’s soft and fatty, firm only once you squish it in an inch or so. “Bloated” might aptly describe how it appears, though no one’s ever gotten this big a gut solely from bloating.
It starts to protrude an inch or two above my navel, steadily sloping outward until it’s at its greatest protuberance right where it hangs down lowest, resting a few inches above my pubic area. It can be jiggled up and down with ease, not at all the tautly stretched model of the perfectly firm pregnant belly. Whatever can be said about it, I think it’s both adorable and sexy, and I’m head-over-heels in love with it.
Stranded in the infamously nauseous 2nd month of pregnancy, Wes is pretty much out of the picture for now, especially sexually. It’s up to Gretchen and myself to keep the fun going. She remains a picturesque preggo, bump tear drop-shaped and quickly approaching the proportions of the prototypical image of the knocked up fertility goddess. Truly beautiful and a constant turn-on for me. Firm where I’m soft, defined where I’m amorphous. We revel in each other’s differences, amazed at the variety possible within the expectant condition.
Gretchen and I are very much taking advantage of our current states, wonderfully pregnant but not yet radically encumbered. We can still have sex in a bunch of different ways without too much difficulty, in other words. And we are both constantly and intensely horny. 69ing is very doable, bursa escort bayan our bumps shoved together when we get into position but not big enough yet to prevent our mouths from reaching each other’s pussies. We keep it simple much of the time, as we are, after all, a couple of easily-exhausted preggos: one hand on the other’s belly, the other rubbing one out on our own respective clits. Quick and energy efficient.
A strap-on has been making occasional appearances, an acceptable but pale imitation of the cock missing from our sexual equation. It’s especially unsatisfying for Gretchen, who’s all about getting that cum inside her. Wes will be back in action soon enough, and I’m sure he’ll lavish plenty of attention (and cum) on our preggo physiques. Can’t wait for this throuple to become whole again! God damn that nauseous second month.
Month 7
My belly is growing at an almost alarming but really exciting rate. It’s expanding in all the directions I can imagine: protruding further, getting rounder, stretching up closer to my tits (they’re comfortably resting on it now!), extending past both sides of my waist. Some people don’t look knocked up from behind, or describe their pregnant figure as being “all belly;” I cannot relate to these folks whatsoever. Firmness has increased substantially, too, the solidity of the baby starting to overtake the blob of my abdominal flab. You still have to press through a thin layer of fat to reach the rigidity, but it’s all around better defined and more pleasingly shapely when you do find it. Very much pregnant-looking all over, to my ceaseless delight.
I’m not only filling out in the belly region, but absolutely everywhere. Breasts, legs, arms, face, ass, waist, etc. Think of a body part; it’s swelling. Considering my pre-pregnancy BMI, the books say I should gain no more than 20 pounds through my gestation. At present, I’ve gained 30. Not to brag, but I’m looking fucking great. These doctors don’t know what they’re talking about. I’m clocking in at a solid 241 pounds today, and I think my full form has made me sexier than I’ve ever been. The full-length mirror has become a close friend and masturbatory aid. I’m not alone in finding my pregnant self attractive, as the ever-growing Gretchen is still all over me and the back-in-action Wes is regularly fucking the both of us. Things feel great.