Pandora Part 3

It's another cosy late night movie night at our place, the two of us snuggled up under a soft blanket on the couch. I'm curled up on one end, my swollen pregnant belly protruding noticeably, while you sit on the other side. As the film plays, I feel my phone buzz with a text notification. Giggling softly to myself, I open it up and start typing out a reply, my cold feet absently pressing into your warm body as I do.

As the movie picks up in intensity, I suddenly shift and start to heave myself up off the couch, not an easy task with my big pregnant belly throwing off my balance. My flimsy, stretched out top and straining leggings do little to conceal the pronounced swell of my gravid midsection as I wobble unsteadily to my feet. The thin fabric of my pants clings to the exaggerated curves of my enormous ass, the plump cheeks jiggling and bouncing with even the slightest movement.

Sorry honey, I'll be right back~ Just need to make a quick call. I say breathily as I waddle towards the guest room. You keep enjoying the movie though, 'kay?

With an affectionate pat to your leg with my pudgy hand, I make my way into the guest bedroom, the only room in the house with expensive soundproofed walls, a strange renovation request that you generously fulfilled out of love for me, even though only Jeremy ever seems to use this room when he visits. I enter and firmly lock the door behind me, sealing myself inside, my labored breathing seeming loud in the quiet space.

Propping myself against the wall for balance, I pull out my phone again and open my messages, seeing a text from Jeremy waiting. A surge of excitement and arousal floods through me as I read his words, my sensitive nipples tingling and my moist pussy clenching needfully. With a breathy moan, I start to type out a reply, my swollen breasts heaving with each panting breath, milk already beginning to leak through my top...