Chapter 11
It was Ground Hog day, and Chuck was back. It had been six weeks since he had seen her, far too long. He had come back as quickly as work permitted. Of course he was curious as to how she'd look. He was sure she'd be great, but now that they'd made love, he had more reasons to be curious. Making love at twenty-five weeks pregnancy was an adventure, what would thirty-one weeks be like? He was dying to find out, perhaps a few times!
He walked into the apartment, which smelled wonderful with dinner. She came in from the living room and threw her arms around him. She was clearly waddling side to side now, and leaned back quite a lot to counterbalance the belly. He was oddly turned on by this, a woman so hugely pregnant that she had difficulty getting around.
It wasn't that he liked to see her struggle, but her motions just accentuated the fact that she was very, very pregnant! He felt her belly first, pressing into his just underneath his ribcage. She hugged so hard that her belly took the breath out of him!
"I've got something for you," he said innocently.
"I have something for you too. I need you now," she said without any hesitation, and decidedly without innocence. She shut off the stove.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom as quickly as her pregnant frame would move. She promptly undressed him and sat him on the bed. As she stood in front of him he put his hands up her flannel maternity top, and pulled down the expandable front of her maternity jeans.
He ran his hands up and down and all around her belly, which was just plain huge. He raised her shirt so that it rested on the top of her belly, and kissed her all around her bellybutton. He thought to himself that from here, he'd have to put his head against her belly to get his arms around her, which he did just to see. She thought of it as a hug for the kids.
Her belly was even bigger than he had imagined from the phone calls. Her skin was stretched so tight that it was shiny, but she had no signs of stretch marks. She put her hands on her tummy and rubbed in large circles, almost as though she was showing it to him for the first time. In a way, she was. Since the six weeks between her twenty-fifth week and now, her thirty-first week, was nearly an eternity for the pregnant woman, particularly for one carrying twins. A dark line ran from her belly button to her pubic hair, a relic of the hormones that were rushing through her body. Her belly was now wider than her hips, which meant that even looking from the front, he could see a round profile of her pregnant form sticking out from her sides! He placed his hands on her sides to feel the roundness of the belly as it wrapped around her. He was so wound up that he was shaking a little.
"How big around are you now?" he asked.
"It was fifty-four inches yesterday. Pretty huge, huh?" He could believe it. "I think that the babies have dropped too. It definitely feels different. I waddle a lot more than I used to. The doctor said that I measured full-term three weeks ago." She pulled her shirt upwards, exposing her whole belly, and rotated side to side.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that three weeks ago, I was as big as a pregnant woman with one baby would be at forty weeks. Basically, I'm now twelve or thirteen weeks bigger than I would be with one baby."
"Your belly's definitely lower than it used to be, but the top is still up there at your boobs." He wondered how the belly could go all the way to the boobs, but here she was, evidence that it can. "I guess it is lower. What does that mean?"
"It means that we don't have much time!"
He worked his way around her stomach to pull her pants down to her ankles. Her panties weren't the maternity ones that he had helped her choose, they were some small regular ones, almost hidden from view under her belly. He reached under her belly to pull them down, as she stretched upward and backward to give him access.
She rotated herself around her large belly and sat on the bed. She reached down to pull off her pants, but couldn't quite bend that far, so she started kicking them off. He obliged.
She pulled her top off, leaving only a bra between them. He gently guided her down to a laying position, and tried to place his hand under her right cup. The bra was too tight though, nearly at it's limit under the stress of her ample breasts, so he unhooked the bra and took it off. Her breasts didn't seem to have gotten any bigger, but they did seem heavier. and perhaps firmer, almost like bowling balls. From the front, her breasts curved outward from her body, just as her belly did. She pushed herself further onto the bed, and laid down on her side. It was as though she was laying next to her belly because it seemed to lay down first. It drooped down to the side and onto the mattress before she did. She held it with her hand as she settled herself next to it.
He came up next to her and rubbed her belly. The skin on her belly moved, but as though it was moving around something unmovable. Her belly seemed like a large stone attached to the rest of her, it could move when she didn',t and she would work her body around it. It had become her center of gravity.
"Did you see that?" she asked.
"I did!" he replied excitedly.
One of the babies had kicked, punched, or something. He'd never seen that before, but she didn't believe it. "They were doing that last time you were here!" They watched for a few more minutes, but they were both getting anxious.
"They're running out of room in there, so I don't expect that they'll be doing that a lot longer!"
He wondered how they could be running out of room in a belly that large, but he supposed that they must be!
He got up and sat on her legs, wondering what to do next. He looked down at the huge belly beneath him and wondered how this would work. She spread her legs, and he got in between, but the top half of his body was almost upright against the bottom of her belly! They both laughed. "How's this going to work?" he asked. She inclined her pelvis upward, giving him just the right angle. They both laughed again, and made love, laughing from time to time from the planning and gymnastics needed to accomplish the task!
She got up to make love to him, but had to rotate herself completely off the bed, with her huge belly at the center of every motion. She stood up, and then crawled back onto the bed from the bottom. He watched as her breasts and belly hung like huge drops of honey from her body. As she neared him, her belly brushed against his privates. She must have known that he liked that because she went back and forth a few times as she smiled at him.
She positioned herself on top of him, and leaned forward to insert him. He had to release a lot of air from his lungs to make room for her belly, so that she could do this! Even when she was leaned forward as much as she could, he was still quite far away from being able to suck on her breasts, and touching them was a reach! She leaned back and began a slow motion that would be enough to make things happen. She closed her eyes; his were wide open the entire time! He raised his legs to give her something to support herself on. She used his legs like crutches to support her weight, and the speed increased. His hands were on her belly the whole time as they made love.
A few hours later, she got up while he laid there and watched her. She rotated her feet to the floor, and pushed down on the bed table to get up with a moan. As she walked to the bathroom, he watched how she walked. She leaned backwards to balance her belly, with her hand on her back. Her steps were deliberate and focused. The belly was leading the way, almost as though she was just following it around.
When she came back, he said, "I still have that surprise for you."
"If I do that much more, I'll have kids by this time next week!"
He pulled a small box. Suddenly he seemed serious. Her hands trembled as she took it from him. She fumbled a little and opened it. "Oh my," she said, as tear welled up in her eyes.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed!