HORMONES (Chapter 109)

It was early August. Sophia was seven and a half months pregnant, and was feeling and showing the effects.

"I'm a whale. I'm a beached whale," she complained to Warren one night as they lie in bed, watching TV.

"Best looking beached whale I ever saw."

"You're biased," Sophia pointed out with a giggle.

"Who, me?"

"Yeah, you." Sophia looked down at herself. "I'm so fat."

"You're not fat, you're pregnant."

"Yeah, well, I'm huge. And my back hurts."

"Of course it does." Warren maneuvered on the bed so that he was behind her. "Lean forward a little bit." She did, and Warren started massaging her back.

"Oh, honey, that feels good," Sophia moaned. "Oh, my back is so sore."

Warren rubbed her back for a while, then snaked one hand around the front of her body and grabbed a breast.

"You cheat!" Sophia laughed. "Mmmm, I think I like this better than the backrub."

"Uh-huh," Warren smirked. "You know what? These things are huge."

"Why do you think my back hurts? It ain't all baby, honey. This bra is a double D, and it's tight. My normal D-cup ones are useless at the moment."

"Hmmm. Looks like this kid will be in no danger of going hungry, eh?"

"Warren, you're a sick puppy."

"That's my job."

"And you do it so well," Sophia giggled. "I just hope I lose some of these things after the baby's born."

"You probably won't, not if you breastfeed, which you said you wanted to do. And why would you want to lose them, anyway? Spoil my fun?"

"You're a sick puppy and a pig. Listen, dear, you try skating with these things on your chest. I have to wear

a damn sports bra, which is binding and uncomfortable, and I still have to hope I don't take an eye out during the footwork. And that's with my normal boobs, not these baby-inflated ones."

"I suppose you've got a point."

"You're damn right I've got a point," Sophia snorted. "And we're skating to Riverdance this year? These things are going to be bouncing around to beat the band. Now I know why ice dancers have no tits."

"Hmmm. There should be something we can do. Maybe something with costuming. We have to wait until after the baby to fit your costume, though."

"I can't think of anything besides a sports bra that would help." She looked up at Warren with a wry grin. "Of course, I can't think of much of anything at the moment, not with where your hands are. They might be too damn big, but boy are they sensitive right now."

"Well, that's a bonus."

"Uh-huh." Sophia sighed. "Considering how sensitive they are, and how worked up my hormones are at the moment, if you keep getting me all wired up, you'd best be prepared to do something about it."

"Aren't I always?"

"True." Sophia settled back onto the pillow, as Warren's hands moved down to slip under her top. He lifted it up over her abdomen to get at her breasts. She giggled. "Less room in there now, huh?"

"Well, I do have to work a little harder."

"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

"Oh, really?"

"You'll find out."

"Hmmm." Warren had her top pulled up around her neck, and was unhooking her bra. He quickly went back to work on her breasts, using a hand on one and his mouth on the other

"Oh, Snugglebear, that feels heavenly."

Warren looked up. "I don't know what was such hard work about that."

Sophia giggled. "Wait until you try to get the pants off."

"I'll leave that to you," Warren teased, and leaned back over her breast.

"Oh, thanks, how generous of you."

"Fine. You want I should stop what I'm doing to pry your pants off?"

Sophia giggled. "OK, point taken."

"I thought so." He leaned back down into her breast, and came back up again, licking his lips. "I do believe there's a wee bit of something coming out of these things."

"Really?"

"Just a little."

"Keep it up and there might be more than a little, with all that stimulation you're giving them."

"That could be fun."

Sophia stared at him. "Fun?"

"Sure."

"You wouldn't care if you got breast milk out of me?"

"Why should I?"

"Hmmmm. I never thought about it."

"I'm actually rather looking forward to it," Warren grinned.

"Oh, you're going to make Elizabeth share, huh?"

"Nah. There will be excess."

"Uh-huh."

"Really."

"Hey, guess what?" Sophia asked.

"What?"

"Managed to get my pants off while you were doing that."

"Very smooth," Warren said appreciatively.

"I thought so. So, what are you going to do about it, big boy?"

"Hmmm……." he reached down and undid his own pants button. "This, perhaps?"

"I think that's a good idea." She reached down and helped him slip his pants off, and grabbed his cock. "Hmm. I still turn you on. That's good to know," she smiled impishly.

"Are you kidding? You have no idea how sexy you are like this, do you?"

"Pregnant women never feel sexy, Warren."

"Well, you should."

"Hmmm." Sophia pushed him back on the bed, and straddled him. "I think this is the only way this is going to work, now, Snugglebear."

"Well, we could try from behind."

"Nah. I always liked this better." She sank down onto him. "Oh YEAH!" She rocked up and down on him, while he grabbed her hips to help her leverage. "Oh, this feels so good…." She was moving slower than usual, because of the added weight, but neither she nor Warren minded. They built it up slow, which made it particularly intense when they both came almost simultaneously.

"Oh, damn, I needed that," Sophia said after she had rolled onto her side next to Warren.

"How's your back?"

"Remarkably fine."

"You're one sexy woman, you know that."

"Keep telling me. Keep doing that to me. I might even believe it," she grinned at him.

"I don't know how much longer we'll be able to do that, though. Don't want your back to go out on you."

"Hey, just keeping those muscles toned for skating, right?"

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