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  He expanded the reach around her taut stomach. “How are you growing?”

  Fara laughed loudly and snorted out of her nostrils. “Don’t say that,” she said as Greg continued to paw at her belly.

  “You’re so big…you’re incredible,” Greg murmured, bending forward to say it directly into her ear. She shook and her knees bent at his words. “Everyone saw you today, waddling around, swollen and ripe.”

  “Greg,” Fara choked out.

  “You want me to stop?” he cooed.

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “Do it. Take me. Now.” He lifted her dress up, holding it up just above her butt cheeks. She had no underwear on. “I took it off as soon as I got home. I was so…horny, waiting to see you again.”

  Greg hurried to drop his gym shorts, the tip of his erection immediately teasing her labia. “I wanted you too.”

  “Good,” Fara groaned, bending down and gripping the lip of the kitchen counter. “Fuck me.”

  He did as he was told, thrusting inside her, using all the sexual frustration of the park and the build-up of the gym to pound away at Fara, harder than ever before. He would normally use foreplay, make sure to caress and fondle Fara’s favorite slivers and bits, but right now he only cared about having sex with his pregnant wife.

  Greg felt each inch of her wet insides rub against his shaft, tightening as he pushed in as deeply as he could. Fara was panting hard, swaying her hips up and down, making her belly bounce as the momentum swung back to hit Greg. One of his hands was wrapped around her wrist while the other stroked her round, warm belly. Their bodies pressed together kept the hem of her dress pinned up.

  “Yes, yes,” Fara managed to squeak out, letting her voice climb gradually as Greg could feel new sweat pouring down his face and back. “Come on baby daddy, give it to me!”

  There was no point holding back this time. Greg came as soon as he was ready, filling his pregnant wife up again with the same seed that gave her sextuplets. Fara let out a girlish wail and fell down, resting her forehead on her arms as she used the counter for support. Her bare legs were spread apart and Greg had a full look at her underbelly between her thighs, some of his semen already dripping down when he pulled out.

  “I’ve been waiting for that all day,” Greg gasped, grabbing a paper towel to wipe himself off.

  “You’re not the only one,” Fara said, turning around and smiling at him. Greg smiled back and rubbed Fara’s belly along with her, until he felt a fluttering under her skin and gasped.

  “Was that-”

  “A kick?” Fara giggled quietly, looking down at her colossal belly. “I think so. We finally woke them up in there.”

  With the first kicks coming from Fara’s sextuplets, and likely Maxine and Lisa’s babies as well, it was the sign that the three sisters were entering the second half of their pregnancy, and if they were growing quickly before, that was nothing.

  Greg marveled at his wife’s development, watching her silhouette in the morning sun every time he woke up, watching this woman he loved so much being stretched and inflated into a seemingly impossible shape as she pressed her hands against her back and thrust her powerful, sexual belly forward. Of course, Greg could only see this as a passive watcher for so long before he pounced and he and Fara would let their instincts take care of the rest.

  By month seven, Fara was a miracle of modern science. Her pregnant belly, in terms of total surface area, was just as big as the rest of her body it seemed. And whether it was due to diet or her light exercise regimen or just impeccable genes, the vastness of Fara’s huge pregnant stomach still did not have a single stretch mark lining it. Her body heaved and curved, all to house the six fetuses she was growing inside, and every now its perfectly round shape would be disturbed by a bulging coming from one of her children’s impatient kicks or just a head or body bouncing around in her uterus.

  Fara would have been the most pregnant woman in history it seemed, were it not a three-way tie. Maxine and Lisa would visit frequently or Greg would drive his mobility-impaired wife to their homes or they would all meet for dinner or at the park or some other public place where the two sisters could not tease Greg as openly about their dirty secret.

  Sure enough, all three women were equal in pregnancy size and symptoms, thanks to the identical DNA swirling around inside of them. If Greg ever wanted a quick reminder of what Fara’s incredible belly looked like, he just had to turn his attention to Maxine or Lisa. And when they could, they would remind him of this, still finding it thrilling to know they were carrying the unborn children of their sister’s husband. They knew about Greg’s pregnancy fetish and had no second-thoughts about exploiting it to make this all harder for him.

  But the time Greg had alone with Fara, he treasured endlessly. After all, if this business with Maxine and Lisa got out, he could lose what he had with Fara so he treated every day like it was his last. With each passing hour, Fara got bigger; one night, they even left dinner at a restaurant and found Fara’s dress no longer fit, even if it was just an inch or two off. And for Greg, the bigger Fara’s belly got, the more aroused he got. He couldn’t love Fara any more than he already did but he could lust after her much more, as he learned early on in the pregnancy when she began to show.

  Fara was not immune to the attraction to pregnancy herself but was happy to use it to get help around the house. If they didn’t already have their existent relationship before she got knocked up, it would look like Fara was a spoiled brat exploiting him. But Greg was more than happy to dote on his heavy, swollen wife, especially because it got him chores like “belly-rubber.”

  “Mmm, a little higher,” Fara moaned, head held back as her bare round stomach was out for Greg to touch and stroke. He followed her instruction carefully, moving his skin cream-coated hand up to the front of Fara’s blossoming belly, massaging her taut skin in small, delicate circles. His other hand was free to explore her fertile bump wherever it wanted but now that she was too big to effectively touch her stomach where she always needed to, Greg was her helper, tasked with pampering her wherever she wanted. “And a little to the left.”

  “Are you sure? I was getting so close to this cute little belly button,” Greg cooed, eyeing the stretched-out nub right in front of him.

  “It’s not so little anymore, and I can’t see it but I’m sure it’s not cute either,” Fara said with a pout, folding her plump lips out and puffing her cheeks. “Don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not! You know I adore your belly button,” Greg said. “And you’ve always had a cute navel, though it looks sorta different now. I loved your stomach before you were ever pregnant.”

  Fara chuckled. “Your other hand is still free to play with my belly button all you want. But…” She shifted her hips forward, pushing her pregnant stomach closer to Greg while also making her lap more accessible. “I also have an itch starting between my legs. Think your other hand can help me out there?”

  Greg smiled and pressed his upper body against Fara’s belly, feeling his unborn babies moving inside of her, while he squeezed his other hand between her thighs, her belly, and the loveseat’s cushion to reach her warm sex. Her underwear was pushed aside easily and Greg felt her labia part and his fingertips stroked her wet, twitching muscle. From where he was, Greg couldn’t see Fara’s face but he heard her let out a deep sigh and her swollen middle shook and pushed against him.

  “Right spot?” Greg asked with a smile.

  He could hear Fara clear her throat. “Mmhmm,” she squeaked. Greg continued to run his fingers across the two places his pregnant wife asked, but in this new configuration, his face was pressed against her bulging belly. So, making the best of his situation, Greg closed his eyes and touched his lips to Fara’s belly button, wrapping them around the swollen knob. She let out a hiss and made her pregnant stomach lunge forward again and Greg knew he wasn’t just doing this for him. Slowly, he ran his tongue across her navel, from top to bottom, making sure to feel its shape intimately a
gainst his wet tongue. “Oh god,” Fara whimpered, pressing one hand into her belly and one in between her breasts. She still had on a bra but her nipples were so swollen now that it didn’t hide anything from plain view (though it still offered support and at her size, that was definitely important).

  Greg was getting himself just as worked up as Fara. One hand was wet with skin cream and was rubbing his wife’s swollen baby bump. The other was squeezed between her thick thighs, stroking the most sensitive reaches of her vagina. And his face was pressed against the more tantalizing part of her seductive belly, sucking on it and tasting her skin and heat. What started as gentle pecks were bordering on bites now, broken up only by long, perverted licks and the occasional breath of air. The room filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, both loving the way Fara’s body had changed.

  As Greg felt Fara’s hisses through her nostril get sharper and her wet tissue tightening around his lower fingers, he knew he had brought her to orgasm. It made Greg happy to make his wife feel good but it also came with a sense of pride. He had made a beautiful woman come – not everyone could. And that pride mixed in with her current state. He not only had sex with her but he changed her body, planting his seed inside her and growing babies together. And six babies at that. Greg felt bigger and bigger until he had to express it in some way.

  He rushed to his feet and began to press his erection against Fara’s belly. At first he was humping her through his underwear but he pulled that down quickly, feeling her naked pregnant stomach against his throbbing, stiff erection. Fara looked up at him in surprise and delight, no longer biting her lips to stifle the moans that came with her climax moments earlier. Greg grunted and put his hands on her shoulders, bracing himself as he thrust against her. A pregnant woman’s belly felt like nothing else on Earth. It was rock firm but still had just enough give, and yet, it was incredibly soft and pleasant to touch and it gave off more warmth than a body would. All of this made Greg’s impromptu “belly-job” thrilling and only enticed him to do more, go faster, push harder, while avoiding any fetal distress.

  Greg pumped and grunted, looking across to his blushing and smiling wife. Greg smiled back, and in a flash, realized he had no way of knowing if this was actually his wife. It could just as easily be Maxine or Lisa. Maxine, with her sexual dominance and her joy at sleeping around, even as Greg’s children kicked around inside her belly. And Lisa, with her exotic charms and her bedding Katie every night, letting the red-head stroke her round, firm belly. Greg could be fucking one of them right now and he wouldn’t even know it.

  “Come on, do it,” this pregnant woman, either Fara or Maxine or Lisa, moaned. “Shoot it out on my tummy. It’s okay. You’re the reason I have it.”

  At that moment, Greg didn’t really care whose belly it was. No, that wasn’t quite true. They all turned him on and he had gotten them all knocked up. And it could be any one of them because they all wanted his sex. He groaned and came, spilling thick white semen all over her tan, swollen stomach. His grip tightened on her shoulders as he released onto the mother of his children, regardless of who exactly she was.

  No, how could he think that? This was Fara, his wife and the woman he loved above everyone else. There was no way he could doubt that for a moment. Fraught with post-ejaculation guilt, Greg rushed into her arms, hugging Fara tightly and kissing her shoulders and neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he moaned. “I love you, Fara.”

  “I love you too, Greg,” Fara purred, nuzzling against him as her breath rose and fell rapidly.

  He took in a deep sigh, trying to quiet the chaos in his conscience. “Hey, how about tomorrow, we both get a haircut?”

  “A haircut?” Fara chuckled, pinching a few of his locks. “Weird timing but your hair’s getting clumpy. Mine’s fine though.”

  “It just…might be nice to have a change in style,” Greg said, leaning back and trying to give her a reassuring smile. “You know…stand out more.”

  She shrugged, holding onto the sides of her long brown locks. “Sure. I’ve always wanted to try wearing it short.”

  Another month and nearly another foot of extra width to Fara’s, Maxine’s, and Lisa’s bellies, astounding everyone with their size even as they were already impossibly big. And with their bodies getting closer to delivery and motherhood, their chests really began to come in. Fara and her identical sisters had always been busty but now each breast was the size of a pillow. They were large and round and could suffocate Greg in their cleavage if he got too engrossed in his kisses down there. And pregnancy had strengthened their base to support such a massive brood, giving them thighs like a CrossFit addict and butts wider than an office chair, but with enough bounce to give Greg some spring back if he tried to sneak a spank in the bedroom or around the house.

  While as identical triplets with identical pregnancies, this described all three women, Greg believed he was only getting to touch Fara’s swelling body. He had to believe that. If not, he would be spending every day stewing in paranoia while his wife was getting more beautiful with each passing second that she grew their six babies inside of her. To not embrace her every moment he could would be a catastrophic failure.

  But he also had to block out any doubt in his mind. Greg convinced himself it was always Fara by his side, even if she did the smallest thing out of place and it set off mental alarms. Why did he have to go to these lengths? Because it never stopped him from kissing, fondling, and fucking the gorgeous pregnant woman in his arms, and if he stopped believing 100% this was Fara, he would be admitting he was turned on by her sisters. He would be playing into their game, agreeing to keep this big family secret as he slept with Fara, Maxine, and Lisa and gladly knocking up all three.

  The haircut was a ploy to get rid of these fears and it worked for maybe a day or two. Fara looked very cute with a short haircut, the tufts reaching just below her shapely ears. But Maxine and Lisa, always trying to continue their “game” with Greg got an identical haircut soon after. Now Greg didn’t even have the privilege of Lisa’s ponytail to tell her apart when all three were gathered together. The pregnant sisters had finally become utterly indistinguishable. But Greg had to push all of that out of his head and trust his wife’s sisters had not snuck into his bed again and the only woman to be intimate with him was the one he fell in love with.

  One weird positive of the whole situation was Greg was excelling at his work. Often, people with a baby on the way start putting in more of an effort. You can imagine how much harder a man would work when his wife is expecting sextuplets. Then consider Greg had 18 of his unborn babies waiting to be born in a couple of months.

  “Greg, hell of a job this past month,” said Robert, Greg’s de facto boss. Working in data analysis, Greg was in a semi-freelance state as he waited for political parties and campaigns to take him on but Robert was the matchmaker for all this and it was his office Greg worked out of. He may have not handed down orders but he pushed Greg to his next clients, so to speak. “Approval ratings are up, donations are up. You turned a dicey re-election race into all but a sure thing.”

  Greg smiled and shrugged. “Once you start looking at what’s actually going on in people’s day-to-day lives, it’s not that hard to start tailoring a message and a set of policies to it. Just don’t tell the senator to take it easy. We’ve seen candidates with a shittier shot and being elected get lazy and then what happens?”

  “You don’t have to tell me,” Robert said with a chuckle and a sigh. “But speaking of which, I am throwing a sorta quarterly good news celebration at my home tonight.”

  Greg could read the gleam in Robert’s eyes and sighed, scratching the back of his head. “God, Robert, I appreciate it but with my wife being pregnant and all, I hate to leave her behind.”

  “Come on, please? She can come along. I’d love to meet her,” Robert said, glancing at the rest of the office before leaning forward to whisper in Greg’s ear. “And I have some news to share with you that’s better done
there.”

  That piqued Greg’s interest, no doubt. Plus, Fara wasn’t bedridden or immobile. A party might be fun. “S…sure, yeah,” Greg said, nodding and grinning. “Okay. Tonight?”

  “Tonight. I’ll text you the address and time and stuff. Remind me your wife’s name?”

  “Fara.”

  “Right, since you’re brining Fara, don’t worry about bringing anything to drink. Wouldn’t want to rub her nose in it,” Robert chuckled. “Alright, see you tonight!”

  Back at their home, Greg filled Fara in on everything. “A party, huh?” Fara said, hands on her wide hips. Maternity leave at the library had finally kicked in for her so she was in her pregnant stay-cation clothes: a tank top rolled up to act as a bra and Green Lantern sweatpants that didn’t fit her in college and definitely didn’t fit her now. “You really want your big, delicate, momma-to-be out at a party with a bunch of politicos? Don’t you call them, what’s your words, leeches and morons, all tied into one big rat king?”

  “Most of them, but not all. Robert’s cool,” Greg grinned. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. And you’re not that delicate. I’ve seen that first-hand.”