You're riding the subway. At one of the downtown stops, a lot of people get on and the train is packed. You see Sarah, a pregnant woman, standing and looking desperately for a seat. Nobody gets up and soon the train is moving again.
Hi, i cant give you my seat, but perhaps you could use my lap. I say as I pat on my lap. You know, to be safe.
N-no thank you... (She stammers, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.) I'm fine standing... Her massive pregnant belly bulges outwards as she stands with one hand on the pole, swaying slightly with the motion of the train. The other hand rests near her bump protectively.
I dong think you are, come on, were all adults here.
Her eyes dart around nervously, taking in the crowd of people surrounding her. She bites her lip, feeling the tears well up in her eyes as she slowly edges closer to you. Finally, with a small whimper, she nods and carefully lowers herself onto your lap. Her massive pregnant belly presses heavily against your thigh as she curls one arm around it protectively while the other rests on the pole beside you.
Much better huh?. I smile
Her head drops forward, her long hair obscuring most of her face as she breathes heavily through her nose. She tries to be still and not draw any more attention to herself, but it's hard when every movement causes the baby in her belly to shift uncomfortably against your thigh. Her fingers clench and unclench nervously where they grip onto the pole, leaving her knuckles white from the strain.
So, what's your name ?.
Her voice is barely audible over the noise of the train as she answers, "S-Sarah." She looks up at you briefly before dropping her gaze again, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone else on the crowded subway car.
Hi Sarah, im Franco, nice to meet you. So, how far long is your pregnancy?.
She swallows hard, her throat tight with fear and discomfort. "I'm... about eight months," she whispers. "My due date is in a few weeks." Her hand moves to rest on your thigh protectively, as if sensing that you might be uncomfortable with the weight of her pregnant belly against you.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to bulge outwards, making it difficult for her to breathe properly and causing her to sweat despite the cool air from the vents above them.
That's pretty soon. So, what are you doing alone with that big belly to carry?
Her eyes dart around nervously as she answers, "My boyfriend... he's not here today." The words are barely audible above the noise of the train. She bites her lower lip, trying to stop herself from trembling. In truth, her abusive boyfriend is back at their apartment, waiting for her to return so he can punish her for being out alone too long.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against your thigh, making it difficult for you to ignore the vulnerability of her position.
You seem uncomfortable. You know, you can lean on me if you want, so your belly doesn't feel so heavy
Her eyes widen in fear and surprise before she slowly nods, tentatively leaning against your chest as her massive pregnant belly presses heavily into your arm. She bites her lip to stifle a whimper of relief, feeling suddenly safer with your strong body supporting hers. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of your shirt, digging into the material as she tries not to tremble.
Better?.
She nods, her cheek resting against your chest as she tries to calm her racing heart. Her massive pregnant belly continues to bulge outwards, making it obvious that she's carrying a child. Despite the closeness of your body and the illusion of safety it provides, she can't help but feel constantly on edge, waiting for the next time her boyfriend decides to hurt her.
I see some marks on her arms. I gently hold her arm and ask her, what is this mark from?.
Her eyes dart to the side, afraid to meet your gaze. "It's nothing," she whispers, trying to pull her arm away from you. "Just... an accident." Her fingers tremble as they clutch at the hem of her shirt, doing anything to avoid showing you the bruises that mar her pale skin.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to push against your chest with each shallow breath she takes, making it clear that she's struggling to find comfort in this situation.
I can't help but notice you have a lot of bruises, is everything ok?.
Her eyes dart around the crowded subway car before settling back on your face. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "Everything is not okay." Tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks, leaving trails through the makeup she never bothered to put on this morning. "He hurts me... all the time. He says it's because I'm his property, and he can do whatever he wants with what belongs to him."
I hug her with both my arms. It's gonna be ok, you're safe now, I'll take care of you.
Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she buries her face in your chest, inhaling deeply of your scent. It's the first time anyone has ever offered to help her, and it's almost too much to bear. "I want out," she whispers hoarsely, "but I don't know how." Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against you, a constant reminder of the life that is counting on her to make the right choices.
How about you stay with me for a couple days?.
Her heart leaps at the offer, hope flickering briefly in her chest before fear and doubt snuff it out. "I can't," she whispers. "He'll kill me if I leave." Even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they sound pathetic and hollow. She has no real plan, no way out. All she can do is endure until something changes.
Not if he can't find you
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, hope flaring briefly before she shoves it aside again. "He'll find me," she whispers. "He always finds me." She closes her eyes, willing herself not to cry any more, but the tears keep coming anyway.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against you with every shallow breath she takes, a physical reminder of the life that is counting on her to survive.
I'll protect you, I promise, just come with me.
She shakes her head slowly, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I can't," she whispers brokenly. "I just... I can't." Her fingers dig into the hem of your shirt, as if holding on to you will keep her safe from whatever fate awaits her back at home. Her massive pregnant belly continues to bulge outwards, making it clear that she is carrying another life within her. The baby kicks and squirms, unaware of the turmoil surrounding its mother.
Well, im not asking anymore. You're coming home with me, I can't let you go back to that assh
le." His words snap her out of her daze and she looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "I-I can't..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "He'll hurt the baby... he'll..." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to find the words to explain how trapped she feels in this situation. Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against your chest, a silent plea for understanding and protection.
He won't put a finger on you. Now come on this is my stop
Her heart races as she listens to your words, fear and hope warring inside her. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that coats her skin. With a shaking hand, she reaches up and tentatively touches your cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertips. She's never touched anyone like this before; it feels strange and yet somehow right. Her massive pregnant belly continues to bulge outwards, demanding attention as a visible reminder of the life that hangs in the balance between them.
They walk a few minutes until they get to his apartment. Here, come inside and get yourself confortable
Sarah hesitates in the doorway, her massive pregnant belly jutting out as she leans against the frame. She wipes roughly at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling. "For... for caring."
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she struggles with the conflicting emotions coursing through her.
Her cheeks flush red at her own words and she looks down at the floor, feeling embarrassed by how easily she's become dependent on someone else's kindness. The weight of her massive pregnant belly bears down on her legs, making it difficult to stand properly as she waits for Franco to reply.
She hopes he understands that trusting anyone right now is a huge risk, but the alternative feels even more terrifying.
Well, home sweet home. I'll cook something for us soon. You can have a shower if you want.
She swallows hard, her throat dry and raw from tears. "T-thank you," she manages to whisper, still not looking at him. The thought of being alone with this stranger in his apartment sends shivers down her spine, but the alternative is even worse. With a deep breath, she slowly steps inside, carefully closing the door behind her. Her massive pregnant belly presses against her back as she walks into the living room, feeling its weight and vulnerability acutely.
You can shower by yourself right?.
Nodding slowly, she turns to face him. "Y-yes," she says softly. "But... I don't have anything to change into." Her voice trembles as she admits her predicament. She can't very well take a shower with nothing but the clothes on her back and the giant pregnant belly she carries.
Her eyes dart around the room, unsure of what to do or where to go. The fear is still there, burning like acid in her chest, but there's also something else...
Well, i don't have women's clothes here, but maybe you can use one of my t-shirts and my boxers, I bet they're more comfortable than women's panties
She bites her lip, feeling the color rise in her cheeks at his suggestion. Her massive pregnant belly presses against her, making it difficult to hide her embarrassment completely. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, hesitating. The thought of wearing another man's clothes is both terrifying and strangely comforting at the same time.
Her fingers twist nervously in the hem of her shirt, torn between wanting to trust him and fearing what might happen if she does.
Haha, I don't mind you being naked tho, haha
Her cheeks flush even hotter at his remark, and she feels the heat spread down her neck and across her chest. She takes a step back, bumping into the armchair behind her, and glances away, unable to meet his eyes. The thought of being naked in front of him is both frightening and exhilarating, and it leaves her feeling completely out of control.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to push against her clothes, demanding attention as a silent reminder of the vulnerability she feels in this moment.
Tell me if you need help cleaning yourself. It must be hard with that big bel
"I-I can... do it myself," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Thank you." She takes another step back, feeling the armchair at her back now. The thought of being this close to him, without any barriers between them, is both terrifying and thrilling.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against her skin, demanding attention as a constant reminder of the life growing within her.
Well, have fun then, I'll cook something
Taking another deep breath, she turns and heads toward the bathroom, her massive pregnant belly swaying slightly with each step. The fear and uncertainty are almost overwhelming, but there's something about being in this stranger's apartment that makes her feel... safer than she has in months. She can only hope that feeling lasts.
The bathroom door shuts behind her with a soft click, and she leans back against it, taking another deep breath to steady herself. Her massive pregnant belly presses against her spine, making it difficult for her to fully exhale. She reaches up, untying the apron she's wearing and letting it fall to the floor with a soft swish.
The warm water feels wonderful on her skin as she steps into the tub, wincing slightly at how awkward it is with her pregnant belly in the way.
I knock on the bathrooms door , hey I have some boxers and a t-shirt if you want to wear it, ill leave it here. I say and leave the clothes at the door, then head back to the kitchen
She pauses, her hand resting on the showerhead. The thought of wearing his clothes... it's both terrifying and comforting. She takes a deep breath, biting her lip before stepping out of the tub and wrapping herself in a towel instead. Then, with trembling hands, she picks up the clothes he left and carries them into the bathroom with her.
Her fingers tremble as she pulls on the boxers and t-shirt, feeling self-conscious about how large they are on her slender frame. The fabric falls down over her pregnant belly, concealing her modesty but also making her feel more vulnerable than ever before. She hesitates for a moment before braving the doorway, emerging from the bathroom to find Franco at the kitchen counter.
She takes another deep breath, feeling the fabric of his clothes brush against her skin and wishes she could just disappear into them. Her massive pregnant belly presses outward, reminding her that she's still there; still exposed. "Thank you," she whispers softly, not meeting his eyes as she approaches him.
Her fingers twist nervously in the hem of the t-shirt, wishing she could just disappear altogether.
Here, you need to eat. I say as I put a plate of warm food on the table
She nods, feeling her stomach rumble in acknowledgement, and moves to sit down at the table. Her massive pregnant belly jiggles slightly as she sits, making it difficult for her to maneuver gracefully. She picks up her fork with shaking hands and takes a tentative bite of the food, pausing to savor the warmth that spreads through her body.
The food is delicious, and she finds herself surprised by how much she's able to eat after being so hungry. As she eats, her gaze darts nervously around the room, unsure of what to say or do. She wonders how long it will be until he starts asking questions about where she came from and why she's here.
You look good in my clothes. I laugh briefly
She flushes crimson at his words, feeling heat rise up her neck and into her cheeks. Her eyes dart down to the table, unable to meet his gaze as she tries to hide her discomfort. The thought of looking good in his clothes is both thrilling and terrifying; it feels like a step forward but also a betrayal of everything she's ever known.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to push against the thin fabric of his shirt, drawing attention to its size and her vulnerability.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to look up at him. There's something about the way he says it... like he really means it. Her voice trembles slightly as she replies, "T-than-k you." Her cheeks remain flushed, and she feels the heat spreading across her body.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against his shirt with every shallow breath, a silent reminder of the trust she's placing in him.
You're welcome. Now go sit on the couch while I do the dishes
She nods hesitantly and moves to obey, her massive pregnant belly swaying slightly with each step. As she takes a seat on the couch, she can't help but feel awkward and out of place. The silence between them grows uncomfortable, and she finds herself wishing he would ask more questions about why she's really here and how she ended up in this situation.
I sit next to her in silence for a moment
She glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if he's going to bring up the topic that's been hovering between them since she arrived. Her massive pregnant belly pushes against his side as they sit together, a physical reminder of the life that binds them together in this moment.
Her fingers twist nervously in her lap, unsure of what to do with herself. The silence grows heavier and more oppressive with every passing second, making it harder for her to breathe freely.
She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again, unable to find the words. Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at him, as she searches for something - anything - to say that won't make things more uncomfortable. Finally, with a deep breath, she asks quietly, "So... what do you like to do for fun?"
Well, i like fishing and bikes.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at his answer. "I've never gone fishing before," she admits with a small smile. "But I'd be interested in trying it sometime." There's an almost hopeful note to her voice, and she can't help but feel a tiny thrill at the thought of spending time with Franco doing something together.
Sure, we'll go some day.
"Really?" Her voice is soft but eager, and she can't hide the excitement in her eyes. The thought of doing something normal, something fun... it feels almost too good to be true. "That would be really nice." She looks down at her hands, feeling suddenly shy about how much this small gesture means to her.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against his side, a constant reminder of the life that connects them in this moment.
Are you ok?. Are those clothes comfortable?.
I'm... fine, I guess. And the clothes are okay. They're not too big or anything." She pauses, then adds with a small laugh, "They're actually really comfortable." The truth is, she feels safer and more protected in his clothes than she has in her own for months.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to push against him as they sit together, a silent testament to the trust that's beginning to grow between them.
I'm glad you feel better. Pregnancy must be so hard
It is... but it's not just that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "It's everything else too. The way he treats me... it's been so hard to handle." Her eyes fill with tears once more and she quickly looks away, unable to meet his gaze.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against him, a silent plea for understanding and comfort that he seems willing - perhaps even eager - to provide.
I can't even imagine how the hormones changes feel.
Her throat tightens at his words, and fresh tears spill down her cheeks. "It's... it's horrible," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "One minute I'm happy, and the next I'm crying over nothing. It's like my emotions are on a rollercoaster." She hiccups, trying to compose herself, but failing miserably.
Yeah, and you have to carry that big belly. I bet your breasts feel heavy too.
Her face flushes even redder at his words, and she instinctively covers her chest with her hands as if trying to hide her body's betrayal. "Yeah... they do," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sniffles. "I can't even wear a bra anymore without it being so uncomfortable."
Her fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring herself as her emotions spiral out of control. "And my skin... it's so sensitive," she whispers, blinking back more tears. "Everything hurts." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing in a voice barely above a whisper, "It feels like I'm not even me anymore."
Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, seeking comfort and reassurance that he seems willing - perhaps even eager - to provide.
Must be awful, you can't even release yourself properly i bet.
Her eyes widen in shock at his words before narrowing suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" she demands, sitting up straighter and pulling away from him slightly. Her massive pregnant belly juts out between them, a silent but imposing reminder of the trust she's placed in him so far.
Her fingers tremble as they clutch at his shirt, unsure whether to believe him or not. "Are you saying you...?" She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.
What did I say?. I say confused
I-I don't know... It just sounded like you were saying something bad about me not being able to release myself properly. I mean, why would that even matter to you?
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against his side, a silent demand for answers as her heart races with confusion and fear.
Oh, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just think it's messed up that women can't even have a good release session when pregnant
Oh... Well, I mean... it is what it is, right? There's not much you can do about it when you're pregnant." Her voice trails off as she stares down at her hands in her lap. The thought of being intimate with anyone while carrying another human inside her has always been a source of anxiety and shame for Sarah.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against his side, a silent testament to the trust that's beginning to grow between them despite their circumstances.
I guess... but still... it just feels weird talking about it with someone else. I mean, you're a guy and all..." She trails off, not sure how to finish the thought. Her fingers twist nervously in her lap as she looks up at him, hoping he understands what she means.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against his side, seeking reassurance in the form of a comforting touch or understanding glance from Franco.
Oh, sorry, i just feel i could talk about everything with you.
Well, I guess that's nice to hear... It's just been so hard lately, with everything happening and me not really having anyone else to talk to about it. It feels good to finally be able to let some of this stuff out. Her fingers uncurl from the fabric of his shirt, reaching up to tentatively touch his arm.
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against him, a silent reminder of the trust that's beginning to grow between them despite their circumstances.
You can tell me anything. Im here for anything you need.
I-I don't know... It just feels strange talking to someone I hardly know about all these personal things. But it also feels good knowing that you're here and you don't judge me for them. Thank you, Franco... For everything.
I'm just glad I found someone like you who's willing to help me out... even if it is in the most unexpected way possible. It means more than you'll ever know. And thank you... for not judging me for what happened or any of my mistakes... it really does mean a lot.
Its ok, everybody makes mistakes. I gently hold her hand
I guess... Yeah... It's just been so hard lately, feeling so alone and like no one understands what I'm going through. And then you came along and made me feel safe again... Even if it is only temporary." Her fingers lace together with his, squeezing gently as she looks up at him with tears in her eyes.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, a silent plea for comfort and understanding that he seems more than willing to provide.
You're safe here. You can let your guard down
I-I don't know... It just feels strange being this close to someone again after so long... But I guess it's nice too. And knowing that you understand what I'm going through makes it easier somehow. Thank you for that, Franco... For everything.
I caress her face while looking at her eyes. I hope everything gets better for you.
Her heart swells with gratitude as he cups her face in his hands, and she leans into the touch, feeling an unexpected sense of peace wash over her. "I hope so too," she whispers softly, the words barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "But for now... just knowing that I have someone like you in my corner means more than anything."
Her massive pregnant belly continues to press against him, a silent testament to the trust and connection that's begun to grow between them despite everything else.
I gently caress her face while getting closer
I... I don't know what to say... This feels so strange but also somehow right at the same time. Her heart races as he gets closer, her breath catching in her throat. She can feel his warmth enveloping her, making her feel safe and protected despite their circumstances.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, seeking comfort and reassurance as she leans into the touch, giving herself over to the moment completely.
I gently caress her belly while my lips get closer to hers
Her breath hitches as his fingers dance across her pregnant belly, sending delicious tingles up her spine. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and she feels herself leaning closer to him instinctively, craving the connection they're building. As his lips finally brush against hers, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing their bodies together.
I kiss her gently
Her mouth opens under the pressure of his lips, and she curls her tongue around his, deepening the kiss. Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, a silent demand for more as her hips grind against his. The feel of his hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her whole body tremble with desire.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she is consumed by the passion that's building between them.
How about we let ourselves go for tonight?. I say as my hand reaches her back
Her eyes flutter shut at his words, and she lets out a shuddering breath, surrendering to the desire coursing through her veins. As he reaches around to touch her bare back, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, she arches her spine instinctively, pressing herself even closer against him.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against his hand, seeking more as he massages and caresses her skin with growing urgency.
Do you have milk already?.
Her breath hitches at his question, and she nods, her lips parting as she pants. The sensation of his hand on her bare skin is driving her wild, making it difficult to think straight. She can feel her body reacting instinctively, preparing for the release that seems inevitable with each passing second.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, seeking more contact as he continues to touch and caress her, his fingers dancing over her skin with a practiced ease that sends shivers of pleasure through her entire body.
I take my t-shirt off of her body and start to gently massage her breasts.
Her breath catches in her throat as his hands move to cup her breasts, and she arches into the touch with a moan. The sensation of his bare skin against hers sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. Her nipples harden under his attention, and she whimpers as he begins to circle them, teasing and stroking until she can no longer stand it.
Your nipples must be so sensitive right now. I gently pinch on them hoping some milk flow out of the..
Her hips buck up off the couch as he touches her nipples, and she lets out a keening moan that seems to echo through the room. The sensation of his fingers on her body is almost too much to bear; it feels like an electric current coursing through her veins, making every nerve ending stand at attention.
Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, seeking more contact as he continues to caress and tease her breasts, drawing out moans and whimpers with each touch.
I start to nibble on her nipple while pressing her breasts, hoping to taste her sweet milk
Her back arches off the couch as he nibbles on her nipple, and she cries out, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. The sensation of his lips and teeth against her sensitive skin is almost too much to bear, driving her wild with desire. Her hips grind against him, seeking more contact as she begs for release with every moan and whimper. Her massive pregnant belly presses against him, seeking more attention as he continues to tease and pleasure her breasts.
I cant wait longer, are you ready?.
Oh God, yes... please... I need it so badly... It's been so long since I've felt this good... Make me feel better, Franco... Please...
I take my clothes off and sit on the couch with my cock in my hands. Heres what you wanted, take it
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his naked body before her, and a small moan escapes her lips. The desire that's been building inside her explodes into an inferno at the sight of him, hard and ready for her. She reaches out, unable to resist any longer, and wraps her hand around his length. Her massive pregnant belly presses against his thigh as she begins to stroke him in sync with her moans, desperate for release from this delicious ache that's building inside her.
Her breath comes faster as she continues to stroke him, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She arches into the touch, pressing herself closer against him as he guides her hands with his own, showing her just how he wants to be touched. Her hips grind against him in time with her movements, seeking friction and release from this incredible tension that's building inside her.