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From: an338903@cris.com (Jackie)

Subject: Story: "Daddy's Love" 1/3 (inc, pedo, fg, Mfg, teen, preg, mast, milk, ws, cons)

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New: "Daddy's Love" (inc, pedo, fg, Mfg, teen, preg/birth, mast, milk, ws, cons)
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"Finally Getting Daddy's Love"

(Prelim Version -- Copyright 1996)

by Jackie (an338903@cris.com)

Introduction

Hi. My name is Lola. Before you even ask the question, let me answer it. My wonderful parents were great fans of Barry Manilow ~~ I know "who ?" Anyway, they almost constantly played his song "Copacabana."

I seem to remember humming, kicking, and tapping along with that song *while* still floating around in my Mommy's hugely bulging womb. (I've read that babies can hear sounds from the 4th month of pregnancy onward.) Therefore, it was only natural that when I was born, they named me "Lola" ~~ I guess you *really* have to know that song.

I was 14 years old on February 16th 1996. I live with my darling 33 year old Daddy, his sexy 20 year wife, three pretty baby girls, and two handsome baby boys. Incidentially, those two baby boys are *mine*, but more on that later.

My original Mommy died suddenly when I was eight years old from breast cancer. She was only 24 years old. I've been told that at least it was not painful. Mommy used to call me her "china doll" because I was short and very slender, had china blue eyes, long blond hair, and creamy smooth white skin. I used to remember lots more about her, but most memories are growing dimmer and dimmer as the years pass, although a few remain crystal clear.

Now, all I think about is my handsome Daddy and his love for me, *my* two darling baby boys, and *my* first daughter who will be born in about a month. (Psssst, my loving very-sexy Daddy is the father of *all* three !!)

Many books state that a woman's sexual desire will dim during pregnancy, especially during the second and third trimesters. Maybe it's all those potent pubertal hormones constantly flowing through this youthful preggie body, but my intense sexual desire has never even sagged, growing stronger and stronger through my two and three-quarters pregnancies.

As I begin to write this, my young petite 14-year-old body is completely naked, standing in front of a full-length mirror. My watermelon-size super-engorged breasts jutting way out in front, still very firm and proud ~~ "youth" generously helping my triple "motherhood."

Their creamy shiny flesh is stretched tighter than the skin on a drum. Both bloated milky udders now droop a little from suckling two greedy babies (and of course, my "greedy" Daddy). They now calmly rest on that wide plateau created by my hugely bulging pink pregnant belly. Those blue veins, now so prominant from all that internal pressure, make high visible ridges on that taut creamy skin.

Their long thick rubbery nipples are wet and glistening, peeking out between my breast-length gleaming blond hair, still dripping warm sweet mommy's milk from just tandem-feeding "the boys." A couple milky-white drops hang perilously from those hard excited rubbery nubs, just waiting to be caught.

("If *you* were here: I'd let you bend down and flick both fat hard rubbery nipples with your rough snake-like tongue, then slowly wrap it completely around like a mighty python hugging its prey, making me "gasp" with surprise as a myriad of droplets of warm sweet mommy's milk squirt straight out, covering your cheeks and mouth; then, I'd let you greedily suckle on those wet shiny nubs, while you gently caressed my bloated pink beachball belly (and maybe even lower <blush>), feeling my bloated young body grow more and more excited.")

("Finally, I'd let you squeeze those super-engorged titties over and over, harder and harder, feeling squirt after squirt of warm sweet mommy's milk filling, then overflowing your panting slurping mouth, streaming and gurgling down your throat as I hotly "purr" so very contently.")

("Would *you* do all those naughty, forbidden deeds to my young bloated body ??")

If my tiny hands were to only gently squeeze those bloated balloons, a dozen or more sprays of that warm sweet mommy's milk would float across the room, like a wet white curtain. You see, "those boys" never fully empty my engorged milk-jugs, but my Daddy never, never complains about that !!

("After *you* finished so greedily suckling, would *you* hoist those milk-filled whoppers up, helping me to strap them into my black H-cup nursing bra ?? It was custom built like a parachute harness ~~ each cup probably having more cotton and nylon than a parachute has shimmering silk.' ??")

I am carrying this third baby so very low ~~ almost between my bowed-out knees. If it gets any lower, I'll be forced to stick a roller skate underneath it just to waddle. I guess after my first two immensely bloated bellies, I no longer have *any* muscles between my neck and my knees to hold this gigantic whopper up.

My round distended belly looks like a *huge* grossly-over-inflated pink beachball with two short stubby legs at the bottom. If I have to waddle quickly, like when *constantly* going to the bathroom, both my little hands have to hold that bloated beachball ever so tightly to keep it from bouncing up and down, that weighty oscillating motion potentially toppling me right over ~~ "timmmmmber." (No wheel barrows allowed in this house. <giggle>)

Once, this "whale" did lose her balance, not making it onto the toilet, my current "throne," in time. My bloated body ended up lying on my back in the middle of the bathroom floor, denim maternity jumper-dress bunched around my waist, floundering around with my naked legs widely spread.

Soon, my pressurized "pisser" was spouting a warm pungent golden fountain over two feet in the air, propelled right through my tight white cotton girly panties. That sparkling arc looked so beautiful in the sunlight peeking in from an open window.

Anybody nearby would have sworn that it looked just like that geyser, Old Faithful. My ears could clearly hear the loud "splats" as those warm golden drops landed one after another on the cold tile floor, making little glistening puddles that would slowly run together into larger golden ones.

My poor bloated body *really* looked like a huge beached hump- back whale blowing golden spicy liquid high in the air through its huffing-puffing blow-hole. I was *totally* embarassed, yet those warm soggy white cotton panties made my pouting pussy throb, my long fat clitty, now bloated with desire, tingle for a long time afterwards, but I didn't tell *anybody* that.

("If *you* had been there: I would have let your gentle fingers feel my hot soggy white cotton panties; maybe even gently rub some of that warm golden wetness deeper into my pink girly cunny through those soggy girly panties, making my young hips wiggle;")

("Afterwards, maybe I'd let you slip a finger, or two, under that warm soggy cotton crotch, sliding that firm digit deeply up and down between my hot wet cunny lips. Each stroke would make my bloated pregnant body wriggle with delight as you gently stuffed that stiff wiggling worm inside my tight pregnant love-tunnel, just a little. Finally, I'd let *you* slide that naughty finger between your lips, savoring the salty spicy mixture of my warm pee and my hot preggo-love juices.")

("Would *you* do all those naughty, forbidden deeds to young sweet little me ??")

My Ob ("obstetrician") assured me there is only a single baby girl blossoming deep inside me, but my bloated belly is huge enough for twins, or even triplets, to "set up house in," over 58" around. Being "vertically challanged," ok, "short," at only 5' 0", that immensely bloated sphere makes me look like I am almost as wide at the waist as I am tall.

Even with my sweet Daddy constantly applying liberal amounts of cocoa butter cream all over my wobbling blimp, those hundreds of gross purplish stretch marks, from my belly-button stalk on down, *now* even have their own deep stretch marks. (The underside of my bloated belly now has the tread design of a brand new Good Year "Tiger Paw" tire and could easily climb any mountain, although, it is a mountain itself.)

I'm sooo glad that some men find all those deep stretch marks, my "purple badge of motherhood," extremely exciting ~~ I'd even let the *right* guy count them one by one, with his warm wet tongue.

("If *you* were here: I'd let your warm gentle hands roam all over my taut pink beachball belly, hefting its weight and firmness, pressing and feeling that solid liquid sack with my sweet little baby girl floating deep inside; I'd let your shaking fingers slowly toy with each of my million stretch marks, maybe teasing that over- stretched pink flesh with a feather, making it shake and shiver with increasing sexual desire.")

("Next, I'd let those soft finger tips play with my pop'd belly-button stalk, wiggling it left and right like a fully-erect bloated third nipple; finally, maybe even letting *you* suck on that bobbing stalk, making my pink hairless cunny slit continuously drip, while your firm hands softly caressed that huge expanse of my bloated pregnant beachball belly.")

("Would *you* touch me in those naughty, forbidden ways ??")

If you think that I might look funny now, you should have seen me with my *first* baby. When I carried my first baby boy, I was only 11 years old and almost a *foot* shorter. Then, I looked like a 4' 2" waddling penguin that had swallowed this *really* huge whopper of a fish . . . but first, let me tell you how our family's very close, intimate relationship began. You'll quickly see that I have mentally and physically matured decades over only the last six years.

Chapter 1# Lola's Early Years

Before my first Mommy died, Daddy and I were about as close as any father and daughter. The three of us would go to the zoo, the county fairs, and even the playground. I would sit on Daddy's lap at night while he read me one (or more if I was very good) bedtime stories. He would tuck me in bed at night, then give me a fatherly kiss on my forehead before turning out the light.

Looking back with "more mature" eyes, there was never anything sexual between Daddy and I ~~ at least, not then. I probally wouldn't have noticed it then being as "dumb" as I was, but looking back now, I would be able to spot it. It was simply a normal, very-loving father-daughter relationship.

After Mommy suddenly died of breast cancer, Daddy acted the same for a while, then we began to drift apart. In a childish way, I knew that Daddy needed me even more, but he kept shutting me out. He would still tuck me in at night, but it became more mechanical than loving, then he'd rush right back to his computer. He never dated, his computer becoming more and more of his life.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he was a senior programmer for a small software company. This allowed him to work from home, then send in the finished product via a telephone line. Only about three times a month did he have to go into the company's offices to attend meetings. I guess now-a-days they would call this "tele- commuting," but back then that word hadn't even been invented (I think).

Chapter 2# 14Year-Old Bonita Joins Our Family

A couple months after my mother's death, a young 14-year-old girl cousin, Bonita, was waiting for me when I got home from school. She was to look-after me each week-day afternoon and evening, and all day on Saturday and Sunday. (I heard that her family really needed the money.) This kept me "out of Daddy's hair" so he could quietly work uninterrupted on his many projects. Manytimes Bonita even cooked dinner for both of us. She kind-of became my mother and sister combined.

Bonita definitely inherited her innocent, yet sultry, looks from her very beautiful Spanish mother. She was about 5'2" with hip-length silky jet-black hair, cascading down her narrow back to a slim waist, then out again to her full luscious child-bearing hips. Those perfectly rounded womanly hips swayed so very enticingly as she walked, but even more distinctly when she strutted.

That jet-black hair was usually worn in a long silky pony-tail, though no single guy ever seemed able to corral her for long. Jet- black eye-brows floated over intense brown eyes ~~ twin pools of molten lava, while her youthful natural bronze skin constantly glistened in the bright noon-day sun.

In her lemon postage-stamp-size bikini, her ripe young bronze body was sometimes surrounded by a twinkling aura, saying "come hither" to all the guys. To captivate even further, Bonita loved putting glossy "fire-engine" red lipstick on her very full, dark heart-shaped lips, but *only* when her mother wasn't around.

(Bonita once told me that in the cooler weather, she would sometimes hide her bright lipstick in her right bra cup. "One time," she remembered with a grin, "I pushed that lipstick case too far forward in that bulging cup. I walked around to all my morning classes with one of the fattest, most obscene fake nipples jutting out on that side.")

("It was only around noon," she continued, "that a good girlfriend cued me in with a giggle ~~ I was sooo embarassed, *but* also very turned-on. Then, I knew why the boys had been staring at my firm full titties all morning, sometimes with their pants obscenely poking way far out.)

(For that afternoon, I was almost tempted to put another lipstick in the other cup making a matched pair of obscene nipples, but chickened out. It would have been interesting to see what those jerky boys would have done then !!")

With her firm blossoming figure tightly stuffed in Catholic school clothes ~~ a very snug sheer white blouse; 4-5 inches above-the- knee green-check skirt, bareing miles of smooth bronze thigh; and folded-down white ankle-socks ~~ older boys *always* buzzed around her, like bees around their queen. They even called her "Honey" ~~ partly because of her beautiful skin color and partly because her heart-shaped lips were sooo sweet to kiss. <giggle>

Bonita would come here directly from school and privately change into more casual clothes. Twice when she was running a little late, I caught her in the bathroom with her white blouse completely off. Her thin white seamless girly-bra appeared dazzling against her youthful bronze flesh, while her "womanly" twin rounded globes pushed those thin girly-bra cups out to their maximum limits, mounds of bronze flesh overflowing the low-cut tops on each side. Oh, she looked sooo beautiful, and sooo sensuous.

Her super-wide dark-brownish areola vividly showed through both thin white cups, each probably over 3" wide. At that point, I had never seen her breasts bare, but I guessed that *more* than three- quarters of each breast was areola. (A vivid contrast from the full- grown women I had peeked at in changing rooms who had aerola the size of nickles or quarters, and Bonita was only fourteen !!)

Short stubby nipples crowned each wide flat circle creating very plump, distinctive "bumps" poking through that otherwise smooth taut covering. Although very short, both nipples were super-wide, about 3/4" across or as big around as a tarnished copper penny, and almost the same color. Even fully covered with her sheer white bra, I'll bet *any* boy would have given a year's allowance just to see her standing there, so innocent, but so ripe and ready.

(The only other nipples I had seen this close were my Mommy's when she was breast-feeding me. Although I remember hearing snide comments from other women, Mommy breast-fed me until I was over three and one-half years old, well after I had begun eating solid food. She only finally stopped because her milk supply had completely run dry.)

(I can still vividly remember Mommy sitting on the sofa in only her beige nursing bra and low-cut panties, waiting for me. She never fully lost her round soft post-pregnancy-tummy. Wearing those low-cut cotton bikini panties, she looked at least three months pregnant. I never minded because that bulging flesh was sooo soft to lay my head against. Daddy didn't seem to mind either, as even years later, I'd see him sometimes slip his hand under her clothes and gently knead and rub that bulging "mound" while he sensuously kissed her. I always wondered if he wished she really *was* pregnant again.)

(Dressed in only my diapers or training panties, I would lay on the couch with my head on her soft cozy lap. I enjoyed nestling against her smooth bare thighs and that warm bulging tummy. Looking up at those huge over-stuffed nursing bra cups, my waiting lips would automatically slightly part, then pucker. Those wide wet circles on her white flaps were so very obvious. Some days, it looked as if the whole flap and cup was soaking wet with warm sweet mommy's milk, *and* she had two or three nursing pads inside.)

(Ever so slowly, Mommy would unhook her right cup-flap, letting that engorged boobie tumble free. That engorged milk-jug looked so perfectly round, like an over-blown balloon ready to burst. Under that taut creamy-white flesh, those bulging blue spider-veins were so clearly revealed, making that boobie look bloated to its absolute fullest.)

(Its huge reddish-brown nipple quickly blossomed, grossly puckering from both the cooler air and its prayed-for escape. It glistened in the sunlight, wet from the warm sweet mommy's milk that had already seeped out. Looking up, that fat shiny nipple always looked so warm and friendly, like the wet red nose of the friendly neighborhood pooch.)

(Most times warm sweet milk would immediately begin dripping all by itself from five or six openings on that round fat tip. I made a game of trying to catch those drops on my tongue, then slurping them into my tiny hungry mouth. Then, Mommy's nipples reminded me of those long fat straws where the drink would constantly bubble out the top ~~ what can I say, I was a "little kid" then.)

(Very soon, Mommy would lower that fat pulsating nipple into my wide-open waiting mouth. Sometimes, I would get a little squirt of milk on my nose and cheeks as she jiggled it into position. I would wait until that long fat nipple touched the back of my mouth before closing my lips tightly around her puckered rubbery areola.)

(I would suckle and suckle for twenty or twenty-five minutes on just that one engorged boobie. While I suckled, Mommy's right hand would gently stroke my long curly blond hair, while her left hand would lovingly roam over my flat bare chest. Sometimes, those fingers would stop and play with my tiny bumps of nipples, making me suckle even harder.)

(I so loved the feel of that warm sweet mommy's milk flowing down my throat into my little tum-tum. It made me feel very sleepy and sooo contented. I never told Mommy, but for some reason, I also loved the feel of her fat rubbery nipple in my mouth.)

(Those were the most perfect times of my life. When I grew up, I wanted large milky breasts with fat rubbery nipples just like my Mommy's . . . . *and* a wonderful little baby to suckle on them !! I would even practice by putting a dolly up to one of my tiny nipples, letting her suckle until she was full and fell fast asleep.)

(I think my suckling also made my Mommy feel sleepy. Usually, she would close her eyes and put her head back, resting it on top of the sofa back. Over my suckling noises, I could hear her loud uneven breathing, and sometimes a "sigh," as she contently rested.)

(I never understood why Mommy didn't wear more clothes because usually when I was suckling her second boobie, she would shiver and shake ~~ probably got a chill. Soon after that, she would tug that warm boobie away, telling me that we were "finished for now.")

(Also, even though I was very careful not to dribble, most times when I finally lifted my head, I noticed that Mommy's panties were now very wet and very transparent. I could vividly see the dark curls around her widely parted slit, but she never let me look too long.)

(At first, I thought that, "Some milk must have dribbled down onto them." Later, I thought that was strange since her panties still got very wet during the last few months when her breasts were not giving very much milk. I was always afraid to ask Mommy about it, always apologizing to her at the end. She would only smile in return and tell me, "It was OK.")

(In those days, I thought that her "shivering" was just from the cold and her "wet panties" was just from my sloppiness. Now, I know that she climaxed most times while I suckled on her second breast. *That* is probably the reason she wanted me to still suckle her breasts for many months after they had stopped giving any warm sweet milk. By that point, *I* didn't care about the milk either, I just *loved* her soft round breasts and rubbery nipples, and the closeness my suckling provided.)

Anyway, later Bonita told me that her boobies, "breasts" she called them, had developed very early, around age 10. By eleven and one- half, they were as large as a girl of fifteen. She said that boys would "accidentially" bump into her at school, sometimes "rubbing a shaking hand over them." She was embarassed both by their actions, *and* because her nipples always got very hard, tingling for minutes on end. After a while, she began to enjoy those "bumps" and positioned herself so they would happen more frequently.

By the time I met her at fourteen, her boobies were much larger than *jumbo* cantaloupe halves, and just as firm with almost no droop. Those mounds always tried to push out of *any* tight white bra she was wearing ~~ another inheritence from her mother.

Over the next year plus, Bonita and I became the best of friends, more like sisters, but without the bickering and fighting. She even told me that I could call her "Bonnie" as some of her close school friends did, but I thought that Bonita was a more beautiful name. It even means "pretty" and is sooo appropriate. (Much later on, whenever Daddy thought I was out of hearing range, he would call her "Bunny" instead of "Bonnie" and she would "giggle.")

I would tell Bonita all my childish stories, and in return, she would tell me about her many boyfriends ~~ after all, she *was* six years older, fourteen at that time. I could ask her anything, and many times, did ask some very strange or "dumb" questions, but Bonita *never* laughed at me.

By the time I was nine, she was almost fifteen. In my mind, she knew everything there was to know about boys *and* sex. In hind- sight, Bonita became my walking, talking sex manual. She had lost her virginity when she was only twelve to an older uncle, who was about twenty-two at that time. That uncle, for some reason, quickly moved away. (I think we had six or seven families of relatives living in a two block area.)

Bonita softly confessed to me that although "sex" had hurt a lot that first time, she now loved it more than life. Both because of her baby-sitting and their families' schedules, she and her boyfriend could only have sex twice a week. Bonita so looked forward to those special days. She was always very twitchy the day before, telling me that her upper thighs itched from a skin condition. *Now* I know that "condition" was just her being super-horny, *and* it really wasn't her thighs that itched. <giggle>

Chapter 4# Bonita's Pregnancy at 16

Three months after Bonita turned sixteen, she started putting on weight. At first, that school-girl above-the-knee green-check skirt started looking just uncomfortably tight. Bonita moved that straining button out to the very edge, and tried to stay away from cake and sweets, but that fixed her problem for only a couple weeks.

Quickly that check-skirt began fitting her like a championship custom-made bowling ball cover, and had just as many protruding curves. (It was still a few months before I tested those deep round sticky "finger holes" that her boyfriends had so utterly enjoyed. <giggle>)

Soon, a small safety-pin was needed to keep that over-stretched waist-band joined, even when she tried to "suck in" her growing baby-belly. Next Bonita had to lower her zipper just a little, then resort to an even *larger* pink topped diaper pin.

Two weeks later, that zipper was always lowered *more* than half way down. A three-inch-long rubber band was now tied through that button hole, then looped around the button to keep those two parts even remotely connected.

At school, *all* the boys would try to "peek" in that wide two inch "V" gap trying to catch a naughty glimpse of either her smooth bronze flesh, or the color of today's silky panties. She could easily tell when they had been successful, cause most of them walked around with books hiding their tented pants. (A couple pants were *really* sticking way out there !!)

Using that "tent test," Bonita quickly figured out that most of the boys seemed to relish her fire-engine red ones, the same color as her usual lipstick. From some of the hushed giggles, Bonita felt that some of the girls were peeking in too.

(Wearing previously-baggy jeans or shorts around here, her bulging pg tummy now stuck out enough that she not only left them unbuttoned in the front, but *unzipped* them all-the-way as well, those top flaps neatly tucked inside. Bonita was constantly tugging or pulling them back up, wriggling that bulging belly from side to side every time she did. She tried to cover that up by wearing extra long tee- or sweat-shirts, but it still showed.)

(I think she hoped Daddy and I wouldn't notice, but by now her bulging belly was soooo obvious. Everytime her shirt would ride up in the front, I could vividly see her bulging bronze tummy-flesh, along with her wide round belly-button, poking through that wide- open "V". That wide pretzel belly button, about the width of a quarter, seemed to get shallower and shallower as the weeks passed by.)

(Straining my poor over-worked eyes a little more, I could usually see the top portion of her puffed out panties. Those white cotton ones showed up exceptionally well against her taut bronze flesh.)

(When those unzipped jeans or shorts had slipped down more than usual, I was treated to seeing the whole front of her covered puss. Her plump pussy lips made distinct vertical ridges in those sheer panties, sometimes even framing a dark damp line inbetween. For some unknown reason, sneaking peeks at Bonita that way made me all tingly inside.)

(Many times, my eyes could even see that narrow moist padded panty crotch running all the way to her rear, between those firm bronze legs. That moist panty crotch was especially visible when she stood with her legs spread far apart, trying very hard both to maintain her modesty *and* keep those fully unzipped pants from slipping down her wide, child-bearing hips any further.)

Shortly, not only was her previously-flat tummy bulging, but her boobies were hugely sprouting too. That thin white school-girl blouse now gaped widely, those buttons valiently straining to stay closed.

Those peeping boys now played another game. They would suddenly tickle her ribs, causing her to jump forward. That thrusting out of her sprouting chest usually pop'd all those straining buttons open, exposing her white over-stuffed bra and bronze chest-flesh to *all* nearby.

Boys would "chuckle" and girls would "giggle," pointing at her twin still-encased boobies jiggling up and down as Bonita caught her breath. Her fat dark brown nipples were vividly revealed, poking through her thin white bra. Bonita knew many of those girls were just jealous, her chocolate nubs really belonged on a woman in her twenties, or maybe thirties, than a young girl of only sixteen.

(Bonita later told me that although she was very embarassed by the boys' games, her ripe young body also became a quivering ball of uncontrollable excitement. She almost always ended up with a very soggy, squishy pair of panties. On quite a few days, her rounded bloated body became sooo turned-on that she just *had* to sneak into the little girl's room and hide in a stall.)

(Those times, she would quickly tug down those soggy panties, lay back on the toilet seat, while bracing her "Mary Jane" shoes on the front stall-wall alongside the door, like an Obstetrician's stirrups. One naughty hand would vigorously rub her blood-swollen pouting pussy lips, while the other would twist and pinch those hard fat chocolate nubs.)

(Pretty soon, a soft chorus of "Oooooos" and "Aaaaaahs" would escape from between her glossy-red parted lips, bouncing from wall to wall, then echoing out of that stall. Only a few more frantic strokes caused her wanton pregnant body to shiver and shake all over, making that old wooden stall vibrate along with her ~~ a marimba concerto to the throes of her glorious finale.)

(Bonita was sure that some of the other girls knew what she was doing, but none ever said anything, at least not directly to her. A few times, she saw a made-up eye intently peer through the wide vertical crack next to that stall door while her young naked preggie body was bucking and jerking around in climactic bliss, her round firm buns raising completely off that hard wooden seat.)

(What wonderous sights that naughty all-seeing eye must have beheld while peeking up, right between Bonita's widely-parted smooth-shaven totally-naked legs. Her abundance of closely trimmed jet-black pubic curls must have stood out like a blinking beacon.)

(Approximating an Obstetrician, if it had strained and spied intently enough, it could probably see the round bottom her thriving, ever-expanding womb, pressing downward at the top of her pulsating over-heated wide-open love-tunnel.)

(It also pleasingly saw: her sopping panties dangling from one trembling ankle; her green-check skirt bunched high above her bloated pregnant belly; her naughty hand vigorously rubbing those curly drooling swollen brown pussy lips; then all five fingers, at once, frantically thrusting in and out of her hot throbbing love- tunnel, tips almost poking her growing baby, until her complete body began bouncing and thrashing in uncontrollable ecstasy.)

(As that tired wet sticky hand dropped down in sweet surrender, that peeking eye must have vividly seen Bonita's hot gooey juices gush from between those swollen brown lips; then trickle from between her perfectly-round bronze youthful ass cheeks; and finally, only drip from her fully-impregnated baby-made love-tunnel.)

(Bonita never did find out who that naughty eye belonged to, but for the times it was there, her young body climaxed ever so much harder !! Once she even found a small puddle outside her stall door, so maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one who wetly climaxed. That simple thought almost made her go back inside and begin all over again.)

I think that by now even Bonita knew she was "pg," but probably hoped that if she ignored it, her problem would "go away." She *really* didn't know what to do. Even using condoms, I guess that after three years of "doing it" at least twice a week with a sucession of boyfriends, some squiggily little spermie was bound to slip past that "rubber" barrier and into one of her over-ripe eggs.

At first, Bonita didn't tell *anybody*, not even me or Daddy. One night going out to dinner with Daddy and I, she easily slipped on an oversized maroon v-neck sweater, but had to valiently wrestle her bloated wobbling belly into her stretchy form-fitting black leather mini-skirt.

That bulky maroon long-sleeve sweater had a low-plunging "V," fully highlighting the deep valley between her inflated floating half-moons. Bonita even wore a gold arrow-head pendant, dangling just above, its tip pointing into that dark erotic canyon. I guess she was trying to attract our eyes *there*, rather than her round bloated belly. Even with that magnificent distraction, as soon as she walked into the living room, her "secret" was visibly sticking out, way far out.

That black form-fitting mini-skirt accented every bump and bulge, making even a non-pg woman look chunky. Now on her, that growing bloated belly *really* looked ballooned out, expanding sooo much that it became impossible to hide. She looked like she had slipped a bowling ball under that poor straining skirt.

(Bonita later told me that a few people at school suspected. A couple of the girls had begun calling her "Pregnita," behind her back of course.)

<end of part 1>

Path: ultrasparc-2.g-net.net!cpk-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!cdc2.cdc.net!newsfeed.concentric.net!news-master!news From: an338903@cris.com (Jackie) Newsgroups: alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pregnant,alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: "Daddy's Love" 2/3 (inc, pedo, fg, Mfg, teen, preg, mast, milk, ws, cons) Date: Mon, 04 Nov 1996 21:46:18 GMT Organization: Concentric Network Lines: 830 Message-ID: <55ll51$4f@herald.concentric.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cnc040031.concentric.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 Xref: ultrasparc-2.g-net.net alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pregnant:6363 alt.sex.stories:15745

(Part 2)

Within her strict Catholic family, even though it would be "shameful," they convinced her to keep the baby, since to them, the alternatives would have been worse. Daddy persuaded them to let Bonita continue to baby-sit, while she saw a school tutor during the day. He added some extra money "for her baby." Even more so now, with another mouth on the way, her family could not turn away the money she was making.

(Much later, Bonita told me that Daddy had begun affectionately calling her "Little Mother," a name she really disliked. After two or three very hard kicks to his shins and totally ignoring that fat wiggling pleading snake in his pants for two days, he finally got the point.)

(As Bonita always told me, "Manytimes, a man's mind is between his legs, so *that* is where you have to make your impression." After that, Daddy *never* called her "Little Mother," at least to her face.)

So when I was a little more than ten years old, I began my first very close encounter with a woman's pregnancy. I didn't know that in less than a year, I would be having a much more intimate experience with being pg myself.

Chapter 7a# Bonita's Ultrasound Adventure

Bonita's Ob ("Obstetrician") had scheduled her first Ultrasound at 17 weeks to confirm the baby's size and check for twins. Even though she was only 17 weeks along, her bloated belly made her look like 28 or 30 weeks, so her Ob really wanted to make sure there wasn't any problems.

The Ob had explained to Bonita about the two different types of Ultrasound scans: 1. "External" using an external rectangular scanner; 2. "Transvaginal" (TV) using an internal wand scanner inserted in her vagina. That internal wand was shaped like a "curling iron" except that it was narrower along the middle but had a larger "nobbie" on the end pushed closest to her cervix.

Bonita was expecting an "external"exam, but the Ob said that might change. She was instructed to drink 10 eight-ounce glasses of water, 80 ounces (!!), at least an hour prior to the ultrasound and NO going to the bathroom. All that liquid in her stomach and bladder pushed the cervix up, closer to her front, making for clearer Ultrasound images.

On the day of her appointment, Bonita easily drank the first 6 glasses of water, then had to force down those last 4 eight ounce glasses. Before even totally finishing, she was looking and feeling more bloated than ever before ~~ like this huge water balloon with legs. Both "eyeballs were swimming" in all that water.

(To avoid any additional pressure on either her bloated belly or bursting bladder, Bonita wore a loose wisterteria [dark blue], white-dotted romper. This romper had an empire-waist and a very low neckline, giving it an off-the-shoulder look to further emphasize her engorged breasts.)

(The hem only fell to about 4 inches above her bare bronze knees. She had that high waist-tie snugly tied, making that short blue skirt flare far out over her bloated beachball belly, adding at least 2-3 months onto the look of her pregnancy.)

Her bladder soon became so full to bursting that she had to walk with her firm bronze thighs pressed tightly together to avoid peeing her panties ~~ looking like a hugely bloated waddling blue penguin from behind.

(The combination of a gusty, windy day along with her flared blue skirt provided a "golden" bonanza for any "peepers" along her waddling path to the Clinic. Strong wind gusts would whip that short blue skirt high up, vividly exposing both her hugely pregnant bronze belly and red bikini panties for anyone nearby to closely stare and study ~~ the outline of her plump bald lips clearly showing through those sheer bikini panties. Her tiring trek was made even longer because she had to take small steps to keep her trembling thighs close together.)

(More than once, that bonanza *almost* got even more "golden" as Bonita had to stop and clench her smooth bronze thighs tightly together to avoid spouting a large golden puddle. I'm sure that if it had happened, it would have made an unequaled sight: Bonita's short blue skirt fluttering in the wind, her bloated bronze belly shimmering in the sunlight;)

(A golden fountain gushing right through her sheer red bikini panties in the shadow of that bloated bronze belly; that golden arc sparkling in the sunshine, then splashing down in heavy droplets to create a wide shiny puddle on that stark white concrete sidewalk; while poor Bonita could only shiver, turn an even brighter red, then erupt some more.)

About halfway to the Clinic, Bonita remembered that she had left a cherry pie baking in the oven ~~ her poor "Placenta brain" is becoming even flakier, and she isn't even halfway to her baby's birth. A gf had told her about how the pg hormones could effect her memory, but didn't figure it would be happening to *her*, she's still sooo young. (Now, Bonita cannot even remember which gf it was !! <grin>)

Frantically looking around, Bonita spied a telephone booth on the corner. Slowly waddling over, her loose skirt still floated up and down in that gusty breeze, showing glimpses of those red bikini panties to anyone nearby. Reaching her quest, she just squeezed her bloated body into that aluminum booth ~~ like putting 15 lbs of Playdough in a 10 lb sack.

Trying to remain ever so modest and "motherly" but still not thinking clearly, Bonita pushed outward on that accordion door to close it, trying to stop that "naughty" wind. Just as she did, one last mighty gust lifted her flared blue skirt completely up above her no- longer-existent "waist."

Frantically, she tried to pull that door inward to open it again, but her bloated belly now blocked its complete opening. Bonita wanted to quickly push down her blue skirt before anybody could savor all those forbidden sights that had been so vividly revealed, but to no avail. That door wouldn't pull in far enough, making her both fully exposed and solidly stuck !!

Almost hysterical, she valiently now tried tugging and pushing that uncooperative skirt down, but it wouldn't budge down more than an inch or so. She was just too tightly wedged and that booth had pointed window and door moldings stopping its dropping.

Her skirt kept catching on a molding-edge, not dropping down any lower, leaving the entire bottom half of her bronze preggy body almost completely bare, save for her sheer red bikini panties ~~ she had not bothered wearing stockings or a garter belt since she was going only to the Clinic. Now, she felt that the most-private, intimate parts of her body had been framed in aluminum for all the world to see.

Thinking about it, Bonita became even more embarassed, her face turning as red as its bronze skin possibly could. "What a lewd and exciting sight my sorry plight must be making," she thought.

Her blue skirt mostly bunched and jumbled well above her imaginary "waist" vividy *exposing* her:

> Bronze bloated belly, heaving all around as she panted so agitately, her budding belly-buttoned stalk flattened against the clear glass;

> Now-meaty bronze bare thighs, trembling like twin piano legs during a concert;

> Round bronze ass cheeks ~~ her sheer red panties sneaking further into her crack with every movement, blatently showing off even more soft bronze bun-flesh;

> Swollen pouting pussy mound ~~ her plump protruding lips were barely covered, yet vividly molded, by her tight red bikini panties, jet-black curls sneaking out around both leg openings, waving to any onlookers with each strong gust;

>Most-personal most-embarassing *secret* ~~ her super-abundant, lush forest of long curly black pubic hair growing down her thighs, covering the whole underside of her bloated bronze belly, then making a trial up the center;

and finally, *all* the other "private" glistening bronze flesh above, below, and all around those areas.

(Ever since Bonita entered puberty, the whole area around her pussy sprouted jet-black hair thicker and longer than the wild grass in a country meadow. This seemed to be another trait of her Spanish heritage that she so carefully tried to keep hidden so she wouldn't be teased. Next to a wooly mammoth, she might not be considered "hirsute," but next to any ordinary girl or woman, she surely would.)

(Right then, each curly jet-black hair, when full stretched out, would have been at least 4 or 5 inches long. Her abundant-crop began flourishing around *two* inches down from the top of her bronze thighs, rising and spreading out to cover her total pussy mound with a thick curly mat.)

(In the front, her furry meadow crept up to cover the whole lower inch or so of her bloated pg belly. Since she has been pg, those twisting curls have formed a narrow path up her abdomen, following her linea nigra [that dark pg line], curling and twirling, like vibrant ivy climbing up the tree of life.)

(Those twisting curls finally stopped *just* before reaching her sprouted belly-button, while a few stretched and strained upwards valiently trying to reach that sprouted stalk, like a limb on a tree. That whole area now reminded Bonita of an upside-down Fu Manchu goatee.)

(In the back, the complete insides of her butt cheeks were fully covered with a cute dense tuft around her anal opening.)

(Since Bonita hated taking care of all that curly pubic hair, she only kept it cut it short while she was attending Catholic School, so the other girls wouldn't tease her. Since she left, it was allowed to flourish, growing longer and longer.)

(She always had to be super-careful how she dressed. When she went swimming, she always wore a one-piece suit that had a bottom with "boy legs," kind-of like short-shorts. Those cuffs completely hid all those long black curls profusely growing on her thighs.)

(Now though, that complete curly forest was vividly on display ~~ being advertized to the world, since those red bikini panties barely covered her pouting pussy, much less anywhere else !!)

She embarassingly knew that her naked bloated bronze belly showed so blatantly, tightly smushed against those crystal-clear glass panes. "Of all the luck," Bonita muttered, "This must be the *only* telephone booth in town where somebody keeps each of those glass panes completely clear and clean. Any other booth would have dirty dingy panes ~~ much harder to see through !!"

(Instantly, she began imagining *every* man or boy passing by, stopping and gawking at her almost-naked hugely pregnant body. It must have been all those preggie-pheromones that bloated belly was pumping out through her pouting pulsating puss.)

(Each pair of nearby pants slowly began tenting outwards as their greedy eyes feasted on her ripe round shape.Their constant growing never ceased until each and every hard erect cock had stretched its now super-tight pants out almost into next week.)

(Bonita could almost see and hear that whole group unzip in unison, taking out their very different cocks, beginning to slowly jerk them off ~~ small and large ones; young and old ones; and white, brown and black ones. Some had fat purple helmets, while others only had slender dark pink crowns. The only similarity was that their piss-slits were *all* pointed at *her* bulging pg belly !!)

(Their slippery hands moved in and out together, until each and every one had squirted gobs and gobs; gooey strings and lumps; and burst after burst of warm sweet cum *all* over the outside panes of the telephone booth. Those windows surely would need a cleaning now !!)

"And *I* pick that particular booth to get stuck in. What else could go wrong ??" Bonita continued. She started to softly sob, her hormones almost taking full control. Inside her bloated stuck preggie body, the building pressure from all the water she drank was making even her tears run golden, sparkling in the sunlight.

Well, she quickly found out. Her sobbing took both her mind and her muscle control off her bursting bladder. This allowed a stream of yellow liquid to begin dripping from her pouting pussy, through those tight red bikini panties, and onto the floor, making a small golden puddle. It grew to the size of a super-wide pancake before she strugglingly got that naughty bladder again under control.

Now she was not only embarassed, but completely mortified. "I have never been so embarassed in *all* my life," she kept repeating to herself over and over again, as her bare bronze belly heaved and her engorged breasts jiggled in that aluminum prison.

Finally, a kind businessman saw her predicament and acted. He took off his trench coat and galiently wrapped it around that booth, but *not* until he taking a very long look at her vividly exposed bloated preggie body. He must have liked what he saw, because Bonita noticed a very distinct hardening in those grey-tweed business slacks, though neither person spoke a word.

Softly talking to her, he finally calmed her down. He then directed her how to jockey her bloated preggie body around in that booth while he gently pushed that acordian door inwards. In only a couple of minutes, she was free again, immediately pulling down that errant blue skirt over her heaving bronze preggie flesh.

"Are you Ok ??" her handsome knight asked.

Bonita was still so embarassed that she only muttered a very quick "Yes, thank you so much" as she quickly waddled away, totally forgetting to make her telephone call. As horny as she usually was and at any other time or place, she would have stopped and talked to him since it was obvious that he *liked* pregnant women.

Glansing over her right shoulder, that conclusion was further reinforced as he never bothered to put that trench coat back on, but carried it folded over his arms in front of his slacks, like he was hiding something ~~ I wonder what ??

(Incidentially, that cherry pie was a little "over cooked" by the time Daddy could smell it, hidden away in his computer room.)

(That evening after telling me her very embarassing story, Bonita admitted that while walking this morning, she had valiently tried to hold that flared skirt down, but many times those strong gusts were just too much. This surprised me since Bonita is *very* much an exhibitionist. She finally admitted that even though she loves to "flash," *she* needs to be in *control* of the situation, and here, she was neither in control of her skirt or her bladder.)

(Bonita also sheepishly admitted that about a week ago, she had almost gotten her bloated "whale" body stuck in a department store's women's toilet stall. She abruptly had to pee *real* bad, as always, and had backed into one of those narrow stalls where the door opened inwards.)

(After finishing her golden dribbling, Bonita was proud that she only needed a quick wipe and could promptly stand back up ~~ "crotchless" panties do have their advantages for pg women even though they allowed her swollen pussy lips to poke out, you never need to bend over to pull them up. [Daddy also just loves how they feel, or don't feel, on Bonita.])

(Immediately, she found that she couldn't get the stall door to swing open around her giant beachball of a belly. In desperation, she was forced to back up and straddle that toilet bowl, so she could finally get that door to clear her bloated wobbling belly.)

(Luckily, Bonita wasn't wearing a long tight skirt or she would have had to waddle from that stall with her skirt bunched up around her imaginary waist ~~ fully exposing her underwear: her tight white cotton bikini panties, just covering her black curls, and her white garter belt, both so neatly framed by her bronze flesh. She would also have had to vividly exhibit her wobbling bronze baby-belly with its millions of stretch marks and her wide bouncing bronze bottom for all those other women in that Ladies' Room to stare, and maybe chuckle, at.)

(Upon hearing her humerous story, a 7 month pregnant girlfriend, Sherri, told Bonita the "technique" she has always used. She would enter the stall facing the toilet bowl, letting her bloated preggie belly fully overhang that bowl. Reaching behind her, she would push the stall door shut, then quickly swirl around, latching it while she jerked up her skirt and plunked down on the seat with a loud "thud" ~~ kind-of like those synchronized swimming whales at Marine Land. She would use the exact opposite routine to leave.)

(That would *never* work for Bonita. Her bloated belly now hung out sooo far that she could never be able to turn around in most stalls. I would hate to see her get wedged in the middle of a turn, her belly jammed against one stall wall, her back flat against the other. *That* would be even more embarassing than not being able to get the stall door open !!)

(Thinking further about it, Bonita concluded that their difference in "techniques" was simply because of how their pg bellies had blossomed. Although further along, Sherri was still carrying very high, shaped like a *vertical* oval ~~ her belly-button had not even popped yet.)

(In an A-line style maternity top, Sherri had no obvious distinction between her hugely engorged breasts and her bloated round belly ~~ her abdomen looked like it is "one big booby" with a head up top and legs on the bottom. [I can think of a couple guys who would have liked that shape, especially if it had been true <giggle>])

(Bonita's baby-belly, on the other hand, was sticking way far out, shaped like a *horizontal* oval. The distinction between her huge breasts and bloated beachball belly was very obvious, even to a blind guy who would need to slowly feel her pg body like braille, maybe over and over again to be absolutely sure ["Ooooooooo, yes <deep sigh>"].)

(She was also carrying that baby very low. Even if she could make that turn "Ok," her belly would initially slide across that toilet seat, maybe even drop in with a big "splash.")

(Ultimately, I had to agree with Bonita's final decision. "From now on," she stated emphatically, "it would be *only* those extra-wide
handicapped' toilet stalls for me and my pregnant beachball belly !! I'm taking absolutely no more chances of getting stuck ~~ once is enough.")

(A week later, when this topic came up again, Bonita even admitted that she would prefer a normal toilet stall *without* a door over one with a door !! So many different people have poked, proded, felt, or just peeked at her lower body since she has been pg that she no longer has any modesty left.)

(If that "door-less stall" was the least bit more convenient, she no longer cared if another girl or woman walking by saw her naked bloated bronze beachball belly, her spread thunder-thighs, or even her swollen pouting dark hairy puss. "Convenience" was now what mattered *most*.)

Finally entering the Clinic, Bonita immediately noticed that the sloshing from side to side of all that remaining water echoed so loudly that she sounded and felt like a giant battleship slowly floating, and almost painfully maneuvering, down those clinic corridors. Her only thought over and over again was, "When can I pee ??"

Finally docking at the Radiology Section, Bonita checked in with the smiling receptionist. (Don't they always "smile" ~~ probably because they are not going through what *you* are going through.) She was given her genuine hospital-issue pink johnny.

"Hmmmm," she thought, "Do all women get pink, while all men get blue ~~ how sexist !!"

After squeezing her bloated body backwards into the small changing cubicle, Bonita supremely struggled out of her romper. Her bloated belly wiggled from side to side, actually knocking and bouncing against both side walls, while her engorged unfettered breasts insanely jiggled up and down, in time with some silent rhythm.

"What, do only skinny women come her for tests ?" was all she could think. Now, she was left standing there in only her bright red bikini panties, her bloated pregnant belly hanging far over their top, those jet-black curls leaving a fur tuft all along that elastic waist-band.

Even though there was no mirror in that changing cubicle, Bonita just had to pause a moment to run her warm hands all around her bloated bronze belly, sending tingles up and down her spine. She was now so proud to be pg and those hands were making her whole body feel very warm, and very sexy.

Her puffy pussy began getting *very* moist. She was now so glad that she was getting an "external" ultrasound where she wouldn't have to remove those red bikini panties. Then "the world" would immediately see how passionately she felt about her blossoming pg body ~~ small pearl-shaped drops of musky female dew oozing from between her pink inner lips, hanging from those long black curls; the pink head of her clitty poking far out, making a hard distinct nubby.

Bonita had decided to go braless that day since her growing, bloating breasts had become slightly sore and tender from being squished in an overly-tight nursing bra. Those full round bronze globes bouncing and jiggling around on her chest totally unfettered as she waddled didn't "bother" *her* one little bit, just most male onlookers, or was that "gawkers" <giggle>, at least judging by the thick fat bulges making their tented pants so uncomfortably tight. "And," she thought, "I'll never have a problem with a blocked milk duct from the underwire."

Slipping into that pink johnny, she suddenly found it to be way too small, only reaching 2/3 of the way around her hugely bloated body, but nobody was around to help or replace it. Finally, swallowing her modesty which seemed to be a frequent occurance lately, she waddled and sloshed across the hall to the imaging area with both round bronze buns hanging far out, almost completely exposed, like dual red cabooses. Only their lower quarter was partially covered by those thin wispy bright red bikini panties.

"Luckily, I don't have to walk in any of the main areas of the clinic half-dressed like this," Bonita thinks with great relief, though still brightly blushing. I have to keep repeating that saying, "If you're going to laugh about it later, you might as well laugh about it now."

Arriving in the Ultrasound imaging area, Bonita found only her "health care professional," Nurse Nancy, waiting for her. (Since this was a woman to woman exam, no chaperone was required.) Nurse Nancy smiled and supressed a giggle as soon as she noticed how that pink johnny "fitted," or actually, didn't fit Bonita.

Nurse Nancy must have been in her early twenties with a slim body, curly red hair, and a very sexy smile. Her crisp white uniform was very form-fitting, especially around the bust, with the skirt stopping about two inches above her knees.

Bonita wondered, "She must be at least a D-cup. With those top three buttons open and wearing that low-cut lacy bra, she sure isn't hiding very much. I'll bet all the men, both patients and staff, just love it when she comes around. Maybe they cum' also." Bonita finished that thought with a giggle.

Still smiling, Nurse Nancy tells Bonita, "I need you to take off your johnny and your panties, then I'll help you climb up on this metal table. I've put a sheet over it so it will not feel so cold."

"Why my panties ?" Bonita asks.

"Because your Ultrasound has been changed to a transvaginal, an internal" was the only reply.

Blushingly, Bonita shook off her pink johnny, her engorged breasts wiggling and wobbling around loose on her chest. Her hard fat nipples looked like they were drawing funny patterns in the air. She then tried to pull down her bright red bikini panties, but her bloated belly kept getting in the way.

"Let me help you with those," Nurse Nancy commanded.

Bonita intently watched Nurse Nancy hiked up her tight white skirt, then squatted down in front of her. The tops of her white stockings and her white lacy garter belt were clearly visible, now a couple inches *below* the hem of her skirt. That "naughty" skirt had slipped right up to her crotch, allowing Bonita to see her sheer lace white panties with her curly red bush vividly outlined underneath.

"Yes," Bonita thought, "she really is a natural red head." Just peeking at Nurse Nancy like this was making her pussy *really* tingle.

Nurse Nancy reached up, putting one very warm hand on each of Bonita's wide, child-bearing bronze hips making that flesh shiver, then slipped those wiggling warm fingers under that tight elastic band. With slow lingering tugs, those obstinate panties were slipped down her firm bronze legs, becoming a rolled ball at her feet. With Nurse Nancy's nose so close to her pouting wet pussy, Bonita was sure that wrinkling nose could smell her increasing womanly scent, causing Bonita to blush even redder.

With Nurse Nancy squatting like that in front of her, Bonita had a clear view straight down the front of Nurse Nancy's wide-open dress. Her eyes were feasting on those round mounds of creamy bulging tit-flesh trying to pop right out the top of Nurse Nancy's petite lacy white bra.

Her straining eyes could clearly discern the top half of Nurse Nancy's pink areola with their erect pink nipples distinctly poking through both her bra and dress. Finally, those longing eyes focused on that silver cross, on its chain, buried in the deep valley between her two perfect mounds.

Bonita so wanted to tell Nurse Nancy that guy-ploy, "Oooooh, that's such a pretty cross. Can I look at it ?" then before she could answer, reach down between those soft warm globes and pull the cross out, but she resisted.

All those "naughty" thoughts suddenly shocked Bonita. She realized that she had always been "hot blooded." Since she became pg though, it seemed she desired sex *all* the time and no longer cared if it was with a woman or a man. Her hot bubbling passions had taken on an animalistic quality that had not been there before.

Thoughts like that, though, weren't helping her currently embarassing situation. Her pussy was now overheating and drooling; her long fat nipples were even harder, much more prominent than before.

When Nurse Nancy began to stand back up, she put one warm hand on each side of Bonita's bulging bronze belly for support. "Hmmm. Her warm hands sure feel good," Bonita thought to herself, again blushing, then added, "It's been quite a while since a woman's touch has felt sooo nice."

After shaking out Bonita's wet red panties and folding them so neatly, Bonita "just knew" that Nurse Nancy's fingers had felt that warm sticky wetness along her panty crotch, but Nurse Nancy had remained silent, only widely grinning.

Nurse Nancy helped Bonita climb up on the metal table, spreading Bonita's legs wide, putting each heel in a metal stirrup. "Oooooo, this table feels so cool," was all Bonita could say.

Smilingly, Nurse Nancy replied, "Don't worry, *you* will warm up in a minute." Bonita could have never guessed how true Nurse Nancy's statement really was. Right then though, it almost appeared that Nurse Nancy was getting a kick out of Bonita's predicament.

Nurse Nancy slowly explained the procedure, "This wand is lubricated with pre-warmed goop, then slipped into your vagina. The tip on the end emits the sound waves that are echoed back, then appear on the display. It will only take a few minutes, but I will probably have to wiggle it around a little."

Bonita stared at that white wand. To her, it still looked like a long "curling iron," but for some strange reason, the word "dildo" kept popping into her head, then flashing a-mile-a-minute. This thought alone was making her pussy spasm, the rest of her body shiver, and her parted lips emit a soft "sigh."

Nurse Nancy seemed to notice, but didn't react. She continued, "First, let's do a quick test-run so you will know what it feels like, then I'll turn on the Ultrasound for the real imaging. This way there won't be any sound waves directed toward the baby while you're getting use to it. Any questions ?"

Her body still tense, Bonita nodded "No."

"First, I put a long condom over the probe tying it off at the top. This keeps any bacteria that might be on the probe from getting in your vagina and possibly causing an infection."

"Next, I lubricate the whole length with this warmed-up goopy gel so that it slips in easier."

Nurse Nancy placed a rubber-gloved hand across the top of Bonita's pussy to spread her outer lips, immediately feeling how tense she was.

"Relax. This won't really hurt . . . . . . and may even feel good. If any of the goop get into you curly hairs, I'll clean it off later," she tells Bonita, while rubbing that warm latex hand back and forth, exciting Bonita's clitty more and more.

Bonita's body has begun to relax as her excitement continues to grow. She was sure that Nurse Nancy could feel her sprouting clitty, but her gentle caressing was feeling sooo good that Bonita no longer cared.

In a very soothing tone, Nurse Nancy told her, "Here we go. I am now going to insert the wand."

Bonita could feel the fat tip of that condomed wand enter her pussy, automatically wiggling her buns from side to side to help it along, while she closed her eyes. It was nowhere near as fat as her favorite black dildo, but her pussy muscles still grasped it tightly, feeling every single inch as it slid further and further into her wet over-heated love-tunnel.

Stopping for a second, Nurse Nancy began wiggling that joy-stick all around, causing Bonita's bloated body to jerk, much louder "sighs" escaping from between her slightly parted lips.

Suddenly, a pair of moist lips began gently sucking on that short fat reddish-brown nipple of Bonita's left bronze breast, exciting her even further. Then a stiff wet tongue began strumming that poor defenseless nipple. This magnificent combination, that stiff tongue and that wiggling joy-stick, sent glorious heated sensations throughout her whole bloated body, pushing her right to the brink of orgasm.

Bonita's bloated pregnant body lay totally defenseless on the cold metal table, bucking up and down, then thrashing from side to side, as choruses of "Oooooohhhhhs" and "Aaaaaahhhhhs" rose from her thrown back head.

"Just a little more, a little more," Bonita whispered, totally under the control of her red-hot passion.

In answer, those lips began more vigorously sucking on that fat erect nipple, while that joy-stick began unmercifully plunging in and out of her pulsating gushing pussy. Suddenly, Bonita loudly screamed, "I'mmmm Commmming," as that unholy combination caused wave after wave of pleasure to engulf her bloated pregnant body.

As that first strong orgasm swept over her trashing pregnant body, Bonita lost control of her overfull bladder, causing a high fountain of golden pee to powerfully erupt like a geyser. That hot golden spray splashed all over Nurse Nancy's still pumping hand. Her other latex hand rubbed that warm golden liquid all around Bonita's widely-parted pussy setting off a second violent wave of orgasms.

Bonita just jerked and thrashed on that metal table for what felt like hours, but was only four or five minutes, before her poor tired body finally started settling back down.

When Bonita finally opened her eyes, she looked sooo embarassed by what had happened and sheepishly told Nurse Nancy, "I'm so sorry. I lost control and couldn't hold it any longer."

With a broad grin, Nurse Nancy replied, "No problem. I expected it to happen with all the liquid you drank. Women tend to achieve much stronger orgasms when they climax and strongly pee at the same time." Bonita's head just slowly nodded, definitely agreeing with that.

(Bonita found out later that drinking all that liquid was not necessary for a transvaginal scan, only an external scan. When the type of scan was changed, she should have been allowed to go to the bathroom and expel all the water she had drank.)

Their eyes locking, Bonita asked, "How . . . . how did you know that I would go along with this ?"

Nurse Nancy put on her broad grin, then replied, "I have always found Mexican and Spanish women to be very highly sexed, especially during pregnancy. When I saw your name on the Ultrasound list, I switched with the regular Ultrasound operator, deciding to see if you were also that type."

"As soon as I saw your erect nipples, smelled your pungent womanly scent, and then felt your very wet panties, I knew that you were extremely excited and wouldn't mind anything that happened one little bit," she continued.

"Now, why don't you use that bathroom to clean up while I wipe up the floor and change that soaked sheet. Then, we'll do the *real* Ultrasound, since you now are very relaxed," Nurse Nancy cheerfully chirped.

As Bonita wobbly waddled from the room, Nurse Nancy added, "Don't forget to remove all my peach lipstick from your breast and nipple. We wouldn't want anyone to find out about our little secret, would we ?"

The real Ultrasound went much faster and with no "accidents." Bonita learned that one of the reasons that her belly was sooo hugely bloated was because she was carrying twins. Nurse Nancy couldn't yet make out the sex. Maybe on Bonita's next Ultrasound appointment, the technician might be able to tell her their sex, if she wished.

As Bonita left after the tests were completed, Nurse Nancy called, "Be sure to let me know when your next Ultrasound is due, and I'll switch again."

Bonita slowly turned, gently blew a kiss, then grinned from ear to ear. Nurse Nancy knew that she would be seeing Bonita again.

Chapter 19# A Peek Under Bonita's Wedding Gown

Daddy and cousin Bonita got married in a small private cermony on 12 January 1993. Since Bonita was greatly showing by now (8 months along with twins !!), only some very close friends and family attended. Although, if Daddy wanted to down-play Bonita's pregnancy, the white bridal gown he designed and had his sister, Ester, make surely didn't do it ~~ if anything it emphasized her huge swollen pregnancy even further.

The beautiful Victorian-style gown was made from white moire, a type of silk taffeta, with a high "empire waist," beginning just below her ample bust, and a very form-fitting lace-covered bodice. The pouf sleeves just covered her shoulders, then used sheer lace to extend down to her wrists, ending with pearl cuffs.

It flaunted an "illusion neckline" using a high lace-and-pearl collar to encircle her neck, then adding very transparent lace from her neck across the entire top of her bulging bust right down to the very tips of her encased ballooning breasts. That taut bronze skin with its puffy blue veins and the upper halves of her large dark areola vividly showed through that sheer lacy material. (Very few guests, even the prim and proper women, seemed to be looking in her eyes. <giggle>)

The hemline was the most daring. It sloped down from front to back ~~ the front ending *above* the middle of her bronze smooth silky thighs, while the back ended only an inch above the floor. At the top in front, that 7-inch "gap"was so much wider than just a peek-a-boo "split skirt" ~~ here, the complete fronts of both her bronze legs vividly showed.

(Pssss, don't tell anybody, but Bonita's wedding gown had to be let out another *4 inches* because of her increased girth. Luckily for her, the seamstress had originally thought of that and pleated extra material behind many of the seams. Those seams only had to be adjusted and she was all set.)

(It then fit her perfectly, without any wrinkles, except over her pop'd belly button which pushed that silky material way out, leaving a huge bump, larger than a fat woman's thimble. "Does that mean her turkey, err, baby is almost done like one of those automatic pop-up timers ??" I pondered.)

Daddy also had personally picked out Bonita's sexy undergarments. She wore a white lace half-cup demi-bra. Its platform-type support lifted up her engorged boobies, pointing those monsters straight out.

Further down, Bonita had wriggled into a pair of tiny white french- lace bikini panties. These were sooo low-cut that her bulging bronze pg belly was totally bare all around, covered only by that silky wedding gown. The *only* underwear touching that overblown beachball was a very narrow white lacy garter belt, which valiently strained around her bloated middle, just above her sprouted belly button.

Still lower, white stockings with their woven-in pattern of "wedding bells and bows" graced her legs. Each snuggly covered a firm bronze leg, ending only a half-inch above that very high front hem. Both had a petite white ruffles around their top band, held up only by those four straining white garter belt straps. On her feet, she had Victorian-style white laced shoe-booties with full 4" heels.

(If Bonita's bloated beachball belly had bloomed only a couple more inches, that wedding gown *never* would have fit, even with all that spare material. She would have had to get married in *only* those sexy white undergarments.)

(Wouldn't she have looked sooo cute, and sexy, with her bare bronze belly leading the way, wobbling from side to side, sticking "miles" out in front ?? I wonder if Daddy then would have had to put her wedding band on that long fat sprouted belly-button ~~ I sure it's almost as big as her finger. And later, what when people asked to see her wedding band ?? Flip up her maternity top and push that bejeweled belly-button stem out even farther ?? <giggle>)

Finally, on her head, she had a "floral wreath" headpiece with a "chapel length" white veil in back, extending down her bare back almost to the floor.

Bonita was given only a very small bouquet to carry. That bouquet might possibly hide her belly button, but not much more, even if it were four times its present size. She wouldn't be able to use that "visual trick" as some pregnant brides do. She would have to walk down that isle waddling short and proud, head up and back as straight as possible, even if it caused her bulging belly to stick out another foot.

(After she finally did take that walk, *everybody* commented on how she "glowed." With her proud positive attitude, I don't think anybody noticed her bulging belly ~~ at least not then.)

Afterwards, guests definitely noticed that her lacy, high-hem gown made her look sexy, but at the same time, very motherly. "She made such a radient, beautiful young bride as she waddled from table to table her white bloated beachball leading the way. I would have so loved to have seen her with *only* her meager white undergarments on, and maybe just her veil" I thought to myself feeling my bald little cunny getting very moist.

It was interesting that in the "reception line," some of the older women patted her immense beachball belly for "good luck." I don't think Bonita really minded, but it definitely took her by surprise. She wasn't use to women just coming up, patting or rubbing her huge beachball belly ~~ made her feel like that "good luck" sitting Budda with the huge tummy.

A couple times when Daddy and Bonita were slow-dancing later on, I saw him slip his hand under that very short front hem, then massage the underside of Bonita's bloated pregnant belly. "No wonder he had designed that front hem so high ~~ easy access'," I thought, then added, "Naughty Daddy, he doesn't miss a trick."

Because of her huge bloated belly, whenever his warm hand slipped underneath, Bonita would have to sideways snuggle to get even closer to him. She would shiver a little, then hotly nibble on his ear and neck, making that sneaky hand wiggle a little faster. Sometimes when facing him, she would even try to discreetly rub her french-pantied mound up and down his leg as they very slowly danced, hardly moving.

<end of Part 2>

Path: ultrasparc-2.g-net.net!cpk-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!cdc2.cdc.net!newsfeed.concentric.net!news-master!news From: an338903@cris.com (Jackie) Newsgroups: alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pregnant,alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: "Daddy's Love" 3/3 (inc, pedo, fg, Mfg, teen, preg, mast, milk, ws, cons) Date: Mon, 04 Nov 1996 21:46:38 GMT Organization: Concentric Network Lines: 511 Message-ID: <55ll5h$4f@herald.concentric.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cnc040031.concentric.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 Xref: ultrasparc-2.g-net.net alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.pregnant:6359 alt.sex.stories:15705

(Part3)

The more I watched them, the more I began to think that Bonita was "so hot" that she was enjoying showing off her bloated body, as much as Daddy enjoyed showing it off. "If so," I thought, "they would make the perfect couple ~~ an exhibitionist and a voyeur !!"

You couldn't begin to count how many times at the church rectory and later at the garden reception, I wished that I was only 2 foot high and invisible so I could "peek" up that high-front gown when I slowly walked in front of Bonita. "Oh, how I prayed they would play the "Limbo" with Bonita out in front, even if they kept that horizontal stick 4 foot high. I'm sure, from their gazes, many of the men would strongly agree," I deeply sighed.

As many times as I've seen Bonita's beautiful bronze body in all different stages of undress, there was simply something "extra naughty" about "peeking" at her most-private-parts in a wedding gown, especially when they were supposed to be totally hidden.

I was absolutely sure that the upward view from that 2 foot high would have been simply overwhelming. My eyes stared at Bonita's beautiful bloated pg body in that stunning white gown, recording every bulge and ripple, while my mind began creating images of what she would look like from that very low height.

My two-foot tall invisible body slowly and innocently strolled over to cousin Bonita. It then easily slipped between that high front opening in her beautiful white gown, without even ducking, like walking through a doorway with a close pair of drapes. The high lace hem of her dress surrounded me on all sides as if I was standing under an white frilly half-moon awning.

I still couldn't believe it. There I was with cousin Bonita's bloated belly suspended directly over my blond head, dangling only inches away. Without even trying, my nose could strongly smell her musky womanly scent floating all around, totally engulfing and caressing me.

Deeply inhaling near the middle, I could even sniff some of the "Obsession" perfume she must have dabbed around her belly button stalk. "Oh, how wonderful Bonita smelled," I thought. I wanted to stay in that warm fragrant cozy alcove forever.

Looking directly up, I could vividly see that dark black vertical line running up the middle of that bloated overhanging beachball. It was so vivid even against her naked bronze flesh. If I could only slowly trace that line with the firm tip of my warm wet tongue, I would be in heaven.

My eyes began jumping from stretch mark to stretch mark on that bulging over-hanging sphere ~~ there must have been millions of them. The bottom of that sphere looked like the tread on a giant tire or a highway map of China, but it still looked beautiful to me, so taut, so bloated, so full of life.

This unique breath-taking view had excited me greatly. My own white lace panties began getting wet under my now-very-small white bride's maid gown. Since nobody could see, my small hand quickly dropped down front, slowly rubbing my moist itchy cunny, my impatient fingers trying to worm their way through my pretty dress with its layers of fluffy petticoats.

Outside my reduced twitching body were cousin Bonita's strong firm bronze legs, tall shapely columns now spread wide, keeping her bloated bulging body from falling over. Both were covered up to my nose by those white stockings with their woven-in pattern of "wedding bells and bows".

On each side of my head, those white garter straps, like thick rubber bands, valiently stretched from those white stocking tops, snaking up under that white lace gown to her straining hidden white garter belt wrapped around her bloated beachball waist. My body felt so light, I could have easily reached up, grabbing one strap in each hand, and swung on those garter straps, like a jungle gym, but I didn't.

I so badly wanted to warmly kiss that taut bronze flesh, bulging out, just above those stocking tops, with my hot moist lips, but decided against it. Even if Bonita couldn't see me, she might be able to feel my warm wet kisses and become very scared. I mean, how would you feel if you felt someone kissing you all around your thighs, sending shivers throughout your body, and when you looked down nobody was there. "I really don't want to upset Bonita," I finally concluded, even in my vision.

By then, I just had to do something about my aching itching hairless little cunny. Since I was invisible, I just bunched up my skirt and layers of petticoats around my waist, holding them with one hand, while vigorously rubbing my smooth wet cunny through my silky panties with the other. That silkiness felt sooo good rubbing against my bare flesh. This was the first time I'd worn silky panties since I had worn Bonita's red ones way back when.

(I was sooo glad that I was completely invisible, cause what a sight I would have made. This sweet innocent ten-year-old bride's maid, just standing there with her bride maid's white skirt and layers of white petticoats bunched around her immature waist, exposing her tight white silky virginal panties and soft creamy legs for all the men and women to oogle. Only my ankles were covered with my white bobby socks and their white strap shoes.)

(If someone were to look very closely, they might notice my "tummy bulge" from that baby, growing bigger and bigger inside me. Anyone, though, could vividly see the roundness of my partially encased buns and the way that panty crotch tightly hugged my young hairless cunny. They could even see my little hand vigorously rubbing that molded crotch, as both my hand and Bonita's scents excited me more and more.)

Now turning and facing Bonita, my head and lips were only inches from those tiny white french-lace bikini panties. They stopped just below her bloated beachball belly, while molding her plump bronze mound like a thin second skin. I could not see any puffiness in those panties, so Bonita's pussy still must be completely clean shaven, making her pouting separated lips to be clearly visible, pushing through that thin material. A vivid wet line crept up their middle, fully advertizing Bonita's growing excitement.

Luckily nobody could see or hear my 2-foot self when I loudly giggled as I looked up underneath the front of Bonita's gown. There between that silky gown and on her bloated beachball belly were strapped three overlapping band-aids (I guess Daddy didn't have any "white" duct tape <giggle>), trying so valiently to make her pop'd long fat belly-button stalk an "innie" again.

Bonita probably didn't want any kids pressing that sprouted belly- button through her wedding gown and saying "beep." Obviously, they didn't do much good, cause that wiggling stalk was still pushing that silky material way out right through all three.

"I wonder if Daddy helped her apply those band-aids . . . . . and how long it took," I giggled to myself.

A sudden tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my vision. It was cousin Bonita.

"Daddy is going to make an announcement," she told me, "We should go over next to him and listen."

"Darn," I thought as we walked over next to Daddy, one on each side, "I was almost ready to climax in that vision." Walking, I could vividly hear my cunny making squishy sounds ~~ I was very wet in real-life too. Luckily, my gown and petticoats muffled that noise so nobody nearby could hear it.

Daddy announced that he, Bonita, and I were moving from the city to rural Pennsylvania He mentioned the better environment for their child to grow up, but I suspect that the real reason was *my* pregnancy. He wanted to move somewhere where children having babies wasn't so frowned upon, and where nobody knew that Bonita was his cousin and me his daughter.

Chapter 29b# Lola's Raging Hormones

Beginning when I was only two months pg, my poor bloating body experienced explosive growth in many other areas. My Ob suspected that this was spectacularly jump-started by all the hormonal changes that growing baby was creating inside my immature little 4' 0" frame. It almost seemed that my body was trying to condense literally years of future change into a couple short months.

Although I only added 2 inches in height and 20 lbs in weight (including the baby) over those three turbulent months, the rest of my body was transformed from that of a super-flat 10 year-old to that of a very buxom 18 year-old: my breasts ballooned; my cunny got more meaty and plumper, those flat sleepy lips becoming more pouting and puffier; my clitty went from a little inconsequential nubby to over 1.5 inches in length when fully erect; and finally, my hips widened, adding a full 2 inches in size, much better for child-bearing.

Down below, between my young girly legs, it was hard even for *me* to envision how much plumper and meatier my little cunny had become. Actually, it is very hard to describe even today. Remember that before becoming pg, my mound with its two tiny lips was pretty flat, so simply think of "flat skin" as the "before picture."

Next, envision a lemon that has been sliced in half lengthwise. Put the flat portion right against your skin. Think about how much that lemon skin mounds and bulges out from your skin ~~ that's the "after picture."

While the girly skin around my cunny used to be the same color as the rest of my skin, now, all the skin covering that bulging mound has become a dark reddish-brown, like my areola and nipples. That darker, contrasting skin now makes that plump meaty mound stand out, almost grabbing you like a clam <giggle>.

Finally, do one more thing. Down the middle of that lemon half, carefully slice the outer yellow skin, then peel it back a little. That's how my flared cunny lips now open up, like the petals on a blooming flower, forever showing off their hot wet pink insides.

(It feels so much better now-a-days to have a firm wet tongue divide those meaty reddish-brown lips, forcibly accessing my hot juicy pink insides. The least little touch causes my solid young butt to wriggle all around, my girly legs spreading wider and wider. They would beg that stiff pink "trowel" to keep scooping up the gallons of my hot oozing female dew, while still digging deeper and deeper in addition to continuously slurping its way up and down. Only a couple cycles in that slippery groove and my body would be "panting" and "gasping.")

(Only one plunge of that naughty stiff tongue into my wet over- heated love-tunnel would send this poor wriggling body over the edge. Suddenly my whole bloated body would be thrashing and bucking around, like a poor fish out of water, as my poor exhausted cunny gushes more and more thick gooey nectar. "Cries" of joy and "gasps" of pleasure would be constantly erupting from my wide-open mouth until all those wondrous waves had totally past. In all honesty, before I became pg by Daddy, I *never* felt sensations such as these.)

Up top believe it or not, my ballooning bust was almost adding 1 full inch every month. Talk about all those little "hormonies" working double and triple shifts !!

The only "drawback" about this super-rapid growth was that my bloating boobies were getting vivid "stretch marks," like my bulging belly but *much* longer. These wiggly purple-reddish lines radiated outwards from both areola for at least an inch or more, looking like the spokes on a wheel or an exploding sunburst. "Hopefully, they will become less noticable as I grow older," I kept wishing.

(Right then though, Daddy seemed to love those reddish lines. Before he'd even suck on my fat erect nipples, he would spend five or ten minutes tracing each of those reddish lines with the tip of his firm wet tongue, leaving rivers of warm wetness nestling in their hollows. Not only would that cause those poor bloated boobies to swell even more and visibly tremble, but it would also send clusters of tingles up and down my spine, causing my pouted parted cunny to get very moist . . . . . and itchy.)

The most my Ob would do was shake her head saying, "I've never seen this much change so quickly, but it's theoretically possible. If the body can grow a baby from a tiny spec to full size in nine months, why couldn't it make these smaller changes in a few months."

Many mornings, both titties felt like there were literally thousands of kernels of popcorn exploding inside, puffing and stretching that young titty flesh. I'd wake up every morning with both blooming nipples rock-hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling, on top of my ever-expanding tingling twin mounds.

My bumpy mole-hills had steadily ballooned out from an almost- flat "A-" cup to a taut half-moon "D" cup in just those three short months ~~ talk about being visited by the *commander* of all the other "titty fairies" !!

(*And* those ballooning titties didn't stop there. After my milk had fully come in with Peter, my first, those whoppers measured a very full "F" cup. Still being only 4' 2" in height, my poor body was probably now one-third milk machine ~~ those huge engorged whoppers wobbled back and forth *everywhere* I went, but Daddy never seemed to complain.)

(And my body hasn't stopped growing yet !! Those milk machines have added at least *1* full cup size with each pregnancy, so that now on my third, my milky whoppers need a full "H" cup ~~ maybe even larger after my baby girl is born and those milk factories need to supply even *more* milk. Remember, then I'll be feeding 2 babies and a toodler, all at the same time.)

("Hmmm, I wonder how much bigger they'll grow during my 4th and 5th pregnancies ?? Let's see, at one cup-size per pregnancy, I'll be at least into a "J" or "K" cup on this tiny 5' 0" frame !! If my belly balloons out as far as it has in the past, I'll definitely look like one immense "boob" with two tiny feet. Know any guys who might like a cute young girl who looks like that ?? <giggle>)

I simply gave up wearing bras that were *always* too tight, just letting those bloated half-moons jiggle around under whatever I was wearing. Whenever I exercised, naughty Daddy would always want me to wear t-shirts that were now way too tight and too short ~~ I wonder why.

Those cotton tees, though, would feel sooo soft and nice as my jiggling nipples rubbed up and down against them, hardening and poking out further and further. When I finished, there would be wide wet circles around both nipples from sweat, sorry not from milk quite yet. Those areas would become almost transparent, my dark pink areola and nipples visibly showing through.

(My tiger-striped leotard bottom would also be completely soaked in the crotch ~~ not all of that from sweat !! <giggle> Most times, that narrow crotch would get pulled up between my now-plumper, more pouting pussy lips, ending up being very sticky and gooey.)

(I would have to slowly peel that second skin off my bloated lower body, then tug it out from between those puffy grasping lips ~~ I didn't wear any panties underneath <blush>. That crotch reminded me of a hotdog shoved deeply in a bun. I'm sure Daddy would love to get his "hotdog" deeply nestled in my bun ~~ no catsup or mustard needed, my body would be adding its own pungent dressing. <giggle>)

(Many days after a long hard workout, I could hear my Daddy rummaging in the bathroom. I wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't raided the hamper for that sopping wet leotard, savoring a couple long sniffs, maybe a couple dozen licks, and a bunch of gooey tasty chews.)

(One of these days, maybe I'll try and catch him. He'd look funny with that black crotch dangling from his mouth, lips and teeth vigorously chewing away, while a free gooey hand probably pumped his long thick rod. That monster probably sprouted even longer, its fat purple head more bloated, from all those mixed up savory scents.)

When my mushrooming mounds got exceptionally sore, cousin Bonita would come in, laying an electric heating pad on them. On days when they weren't too sore, she would just use her heated breath and moist lips to soothe them. I must admit I *really* preferred her hot wet lips best. <giggle>

I loved to feel her hot red parted lips sucking on my sprouting dark pink nipples, that firm wet tongue strumming them back and forth. That combination not only made me forget about any soreness, but it also made my now-huge clitty poke straight up, tenting my tight cotton girly panties.

Most times Bonita would only stroke that inch and one-half clitty up and down through my cotton panties, like she was massaging a little boy's penis, making my crotch wetter and wetter. (I often wondered if she ever "fooled around" with any of her younger brothers cause she sure knew how to stroke me just right.)

Shortly, between the firm stroking of her fluttering fingers and the strong sucking of her talented mouth, a low moan would escape from between my parted lips. Within seconds, my whole young body would be thrashing and bucking on that bed in a full blown climax as I "gasped" and "moaned" even louder.

I would always try to kiss Bonita on the lips afterwards as a thank- you, but she would usually pull away. I think she was still embarassed each time about what she had just done, even though I thoroughly enjoyed it.

A couple times in the beginning, I think Bonita let her curiosity about my clitty overcome her inhibitions. After sucking on my bloated booby for a while, she rolled down the front of my cotton panties, staring with her mouth still open at my huge wiggling, wobbling clitty. Only twice, did she let me push her head down toward that shiny quivering stalk.

Those times, she first slurped that bloated stalk up and down like a sweet minerature candy-cane, making my body tremble all over. Then she began sucking on it like she would a little boy's penis, grasping it with her lips, letting her tongue tickle the tip, then moving her head slowly up and down, over and over again.

After about only a dozen of her warm wonderful strokes, my pregnant body would be bucking and thrashing on that bed, every minute cell experiencing an earth-shattering climax. While my poor tired body was settling back down, she would carefully roll those panties back up, gently pat my still-bouncing pg belly, then leave the room shutting the door. Much as I later tried, I couldn't get her to do much more, but Daddy was a completely different story.

Soon after those erupting mountains became full-fledged D cups, I decided to tease my Daddy with them. Early that morning, I struggled into a tattered little-girly underwear set ~~ a crop-top and hipster. Both were white with fancy pink fringe all around the edges.

The sleeveless crop-top had a wide deep "U" neckline, and one- inch wide bands over each shoulder. At the bottom of that pink fringed neckline was a large cute pink bow. Originally, that frilly bottom only came about one-third of the way down my flat chest, now it just covered the bottom swells of my bulging half-moons.

That size 8 crop-top had been made for a chest size of only 27 inches, while my rib cage had since expanded to a "huge" 29 inches. When you add onto that another *4 inches* for my ballooning boobies, my poor creamy bosom was constantly popping or spilling out of that straining lily-white crop-top ~~ as planned.

Watching in a full-length mirror, all I had to do was bend over slightly and both bloated balloons would "pop" right over that neckline, jiggling like wild, run-away jello. Those pink areola and nipples would point straight out, later shriveling and hardening in the air.

To make those "accidents" happen even more easily (heh, heh), I slid those shoulder-bands off my shoulders, slipping them down my upper arms. That left my shoulders completely bare, while that crop-top neckline dropped even a little lower in front.

Those tiny hipsters didn't have much better luck. Created for 29 inch hips with a flat little cunny, my hips had widened to 31 inches preparing for my child-bearing. My cunny (maybe I should call it a "pussy" now) had become much plumper, those pouting lips flaring wide open.

Staring in that mirror, that crotch strip now only covered the middle half of my pussy ~~ about ridge to ridge of those puffy pink lips. There must have been at least a ½ inch of bare creamy pussy-mound flesh totally visible on *each* side (between it and my legs), emphasized by that pink frilly fringe.

"I guess I'm ready," I thought, "Now to find Daddy." Looking around, I finally could hear him shaving in the bathroom.

Putting my best little-girl pout on my face, I skipped into the bathroom through the wide open door. Daddy was shaving at the sink wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

"Daaaddddyyy," I cried, "Loooook, my favorite set of underwear doesn't fit anymore."

As soon as I said "fit," I pulled down the bottom of that crop-top letting both bloated boobies pop right out. "Seeeeee," I continued, "these keep falling out," bouncing my body up and down with feined exaturated concern.

Daddy's eyes were glued to my half-moons, intently watching them with their erect pink tips frantically jiggle up and down. His long pink tongue automatically wet his parted lips as those hard pink nipples drew ghostly patterns in the air.

I paused talking, then looked lower, watching that wiggling snake in Daddy's boxer shorts grow bigger and bigger, getting more elongated and fatter. In a flash, it was poking out through his fly, still getting longer and harder with every passing second.

<add more detail about his cock>

My own clitty had grown bloated and fat, visibly poking out my white hipsters, like a young boy's erect cock, but Daddy couldn't see it because of my hugely overhanging belly. Anyway, he seemed much more interested in other areas right now.

Slowly, he reached around me and closed the bathroom door tight. Right then, I knew that I was going to have some fun.

"Oooooooo," I said clapping my hands with glee, "Is that long fat red candy cane *all* for me ??"

Before Daddy could even answer, I fell to my knees in front of him, my boobies again jiggling like crazy. Grabbing that wobbling stalk with both tiny hands, my fingers and thumb nowhere near touching, I could feel it throb and pulse with heated excitement.

My moist lips began kissing that huge bloated purple mushroom-shaped head, sucking in all that sweet wet nectar oozing from its flaring piss-slit. At first it tasted strange, then I realized why. My taste buds were detecting a combination of Daddy's precum *mixed with* Bonita's musky female juices. Daddy must have "fooled around" with her, then not had enough time to wash off his long fat joy-stick. "Naughty Daddy," I thought.

After a minute, I concluded, "Ooooooo, that makes it even more lewd," then added, "I am sucking on the same joy-stick that had so recently been in Bonita's hot slimy love-tunnel." Just that thought alone made me suck on its bloated head with even wilder abandon.

Suddenly Daddy yelled, "Watch out Kitten, I'm coooommmming," but his warning was too late.

Gobs and strings of warm gooey cum began shooting out that piss- slit. The first blast got both my left cheek and ear. The next eruption got my right jiggling booby, almost smack on its erect little nipple, finally running over it, a long thin strand hanging from that hard pink tip. Some of it then drizzled down over that lower swell onto my white girly crop-top.

I caught most of the third spurt in my small mouth, a little dribbling out the corners, then drooling down my chin. The last shot zipped over my right eye and into my blond hair.

After that, my stiff wet tongue just had to lick up the globs and drops as they slowly dripped from his piss-slit, while I vigorously pumped that bloated sausage in and out. My little hands grasped that softening flesh-tube as tightly as they could, valiently trying to squeeze and wring out every last droplet of Daddy's manly juices.

Finally, I rubbed that cum-coated purple head round and round both my shiny wet cheeks, trying to rub in as much "cum" as possible. Then I let that tired python sag down, now rubbing it over and over both my budding breasts, teasing his drooling piss-slit with my still-erect nipples.

"I hear that rubbing a male's cum on your nipples and breasts, makes them grow even bigger," I thought, "Maybe mine will balloon larger still."

Standing back up, I looked at him with a big pout. "Daadddy, look. My clean underwear top got all dirty from your gooey juices," I strongly told him. "I guess I can't wear it today," then added with a loud sigh, "I'll have to go change *again*."

Opening the door, I huffed out with a big grin on my face. "I would have been *very* disappointed if I didn't have to go change," I though as I merrily skipped back to my room.

<that's all for now>

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