I come home from a long, frustrating day at work to find more beautiful, pregnant wife waiting for m

I come home from a long, frustrating day at work to find more beautiful, pregnant wife waiting for me. My arrival through the door draws her attention, and in her gaze I see all the warmth, love, and adoration I could ever have hoped for. She is not only the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, but the most amazing, kind, calm, supportive, intelligent woman I could ever have imagined. And I can’t believe she’s mine, and that she’s carrying our family inside of her.

Despite being 8 months in she is still strong and healthy, and she knows how much her altered—to my mind, improved—body drives me wild. I think back to that night not that long ago, back when her belly was flat and her breasts smaller—when together we made this baby. I remember the two of us fucking each other’s brain’s out, love and lust combining in a heretofore unknown concoction as we fulfilled our biological urges. I remember her telling me that she had chosen me to make her pregnant, that she wanted to give me children and to be their mother, that I was to be the one who would claim her and make her a woman. And in response I plunged my cock deeper into her warm cunt, telling her through gritted teeth that she was now mine, that I was going to fill her with my seed and make her into a huge, pregnant goddess. And so I did, unleashing my essence into the woman I had chosen as the perfect mate and
carrier of my children.

I know the look my wife is now giving me. The warmth is still there, but also a hunger. Pregnancy has made her libido skyrocket and every part of her more sensitive, so it’s a good thing she ended up with a guy with a pregnancy fetish. She knows how much I love hearing about how much bigger she’s become, or how she’s ended up like this, a horny little pregnant slut, because of me. That’s all it will take for me to pull of her robe, caress her perfect, gravid midsection, lower my mouth onto a newly-brown nipple, and slowly guide her to a comfortable position. We’ve had to get creative with positioning these last few weeks, but where there’s a will there’s a way and it seems that the sex somehow seems to get better the larger her belly and tits become.

And afterwards we’ll cuddle, the frenzy leaving our bodies temporarily. Maybe we’ll spoon, my hands wrapped around her giant belly as we bond as a family. Or maybe we’ll lie facing each other while I suck the colostrum from her beautiful breasts while she smiles and strokes my hair. Either way, we’re too happy to let this end in just a few more weeks. We’ve already talked about having a big family, and we’ve both agreed we want her to stay heavy and pregnant like this for the foreseeable future.