The Family Surrogacy

When you reach a certain age, there just comes a point where moving back in with your parents becomes embarrassing. Most people Henry knew had done it once or twice, typically in their early twenties. Jobs were hard done find fresh out of college, and without money, you couldn’t pay rent. Many of his friends have been forced to take unpaid internships and the like, and had all moved back home so they could continue their studies and experience until they could get a livable wage.

For Henry though, the thought of moving back in made him ashamed. He’d left their house full of optimism, of to college. He was going to be the first one to go, the first one in his family to get a higher education. He’d done everything right, studied hard in school, gotten good grades. He was an only child, and so there was some extra pressure on him to succeed, but academically he thrived on it. He had enough friends in school, though he was certainly a nerd more than a jock, and life had looked so bright when he’d headed of to college.

Big things were expected of him.

He loved mathematics. Out of all the subjects he was good at, math came easily. In his brain he could see the equations, solve them quickly. He aced his courses with flying colors. Within a few years he was a tutor, helping younger students in the classes, earning extra credit and the eye of the professor who would be looking to take some more of the academically gifted students on after they graduated.

But it never eventuated. The economy crashed, and with it all facets of society. Budgets were cut, people laid off. For the college, that suddenly meant they were on a tighter string, and extra hirings were something that was laughed at.

Henry had been relying on getting that job, allowing him to continue his studies and earn a wage. But in the space of a week it all evaporated. He was out, no money, and nowhere else to go, with a degree that only worked on a college or university campus.

And here he was, on his parents doorsteps once again. They had a small two-story apartment on the east side, a middle class neighborhood full of hardworking folks. Brick buildings sandwiched together, a small garden out front and a backyard wide enough to hang a washing line up and that was it. The air had that smell of the city, wet concrete from the rain, the steam from the gutters, and the occasional sea breeze being so close to the docks. He’d grown up here. And now he was back.

“Henry!” His mother opened the door, a huge smile on her face as she rushed down the concrete steps to greet him. She had done her hair up into a messy bun, brunette curls falling down her neck, as she wore a knee length floral dress that kicked up as she sped towards him. She gave him a big hug as he stood there, blushing, arms pinned to his sides by his mother’s embrace.

“Hi.” He squeaked. His bags dropped out of his hands as his mother tightened her grip before pulling away.

She grabbed him by the face, still smiling. She was a beautiful woman, Henry knew. His friends had made a few boyish comments when they had been growing up about his mother. She was young too, a decade younger than his Dad. They’d met while working together at the docks. His Dad had been a Junior Harbormaster, while his mother had been hired as an accountant in the office. They said it had been love at first sight.

“I’m so happy your home!” She pinched his cheek. Henry shrugged her off, blushing redder. “Come! We’ve got your old room all ready. We haven’t touched it, despite your father wanting to turn it into a study. I told him absolutely not — and it’s a good thing I did!”

Henry picked his bags up and followed his mother inside. His old room was on the second level, opposite his parents. It had made privacy a real issue as a teenager. It looked like nothing changed.

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After spending the afternoon unpacking and talking to his mother, his father arrived home for dinner. He gave him a big hug, saying how good it was to see him again. It had been some time since they’d all been together under the same roof, and his parents seemed to be glowing to have him here. They weren’t upset at all that Henry hadn’t been able to find a job. They were good people, hard working. They had always been close, all three of them. They didn’t bring it up, or ask him what he was going to do. They just carried on as normal.

As bad as Henry felt, suddenly out of prospects and between jobs, it was comforting to sit at the dinner table with his parents. His mother cooked his favorite, spaghetti, and his father even handed him a beer as they sat down. He’d never done that before. His mother chose water.

They talked all the way through the meal, his father and mother telling him what had been happening at work, with their friends and with their family. His father had just landed a promotion, a new sizable paycheck as well, something he had been working towards for years. Henry felt happy for his father.

“Why don’t you use your new income to go on holiday and travel?” Henry asked. “I can’t remember the last time you two went on holiday.”

His father shot his mother a look. A quick one, Henry just catching it. His mother continued to eat, though she seemed more interested on what was on her plate than before.

“We’ve… we’ve decided to save the money. Put it to use for something else.” His father said.

“Oh? Like what?” Henry asked.

“Rainy day.”

His mother looked over at him, smiling. “Now, I want you to know, you can stay here as long as you want. I mean it. You’re father is earning more money here, so there’s no rush for you to go right back out there and find any job. You focus on what’s best for you.”

“Thanks mom.” Henry went back to eating his food, but he couldn’t help but feel something was out of place. His mother had quickly changed the subject. What were they up too?

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After a week of living in the house, Henry knew something was up with his parents. Whenever he collected the mail out of the post box out front, there would always be a handful addressed to his mother. All from medical clinics. A few were Gynecologists, and strangely enough, fertility centers. His Mother wasn’t that old, she was only forty-two, but her getting pregnant again seemed unlikely.

But, with nothing much for Henry to do, he’d been spending a lot of time in his room, studying and on his computer, and his mother seemed to be having a lot of things going on. Every day she was popping out of the house, to run errands, and would be gone for hours. Something was definitely up.

And then one night, late in the evening, he heard his parents talking. His door was shut, but there’s must have been open, and across the small hallway he could hear everything they were saying. Maybe they assumed he was asleep, or they’d simply forgotten how loud they could be with no one else living here for a few years?

Regardless, Henry had been on his phone, scrolling through his newsfeed on his old single bed in the dark, when he heard his mother talking to his father.

“… they say I can’t do it. They say if I go full term, the risk of death is ninety percent.”

“Then we get a second opinion.”

“This is the fourth opinion we’ve gotten Jack! They all say the same.”

“There has to be another option. We’ve tried, for so many years…”

“You can’t do it. Not with your heart. If you do, you’ll be worse off than me.”

There was the sound of someone sitting on the bed, sighing, the springs squeaking. Possibly his father. “I can’t believe it. All this time…”

“They did say one thing…”

“What?”

“A blood relative. It would make it highly successful. All the way to term. Guaranteed.”

“But you don’t have a blood relative who… wait… you don’t mean?”

“Yes. I do.”

By this point Henry’s eyes were straining as he tried to listen even more closely. But he cursed as the door to his parent’s bedroom closed, and the conversation was now lost to him. What were his parents up too?

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He found out two days later. It was a Saturday, Henry in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl of cereal. His parents came down later, both of them also having the day off, yawning from not having to wake up from an alarm, feeling refreshed. The sun was out, and it was a nice day. They’d planned to go to the beach.

“Henry, I was wondering, could your father and I talk to you for a moment?” His mother was wearing a silk white robe, probably still in her pajamas underneath as she stood in the doorway, a soft smile on her face.

“Sure. What’s up?” Henry asked, shoveling a spoon of cereal in his mouth.

“Best come sit down at the table dear. It’s important.”

Concerned, Henry followed her. His father was already at the table, sitting in his usual seat at the front, looking a little anxious. He pointed to the chair next to him. “Come here son, have a seat.”

Henry sat down, eyes watching both his parents, as his mother walked and stood next his father. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” His father said, smiling. “Nothing at all. We just have… some news. Something to ask you?”

“Yeah? You look like you’re going to ask me for a kidney.” The joke seemed to upset his parents, who looked at each other, worried smiles on their faces. “Alright, out with it. You two have been acting weird ever since I got home. What gives?”

His mother looked at him. “Well… something wonderful has happened. I want you to know we love you, we always have. And you’ve been the best son we could ever hope for. We love you so much.” Henry gave them a look, expecting the word but. It came from his father.

“… but, we always wished that you could have had a sibling. We wanted a bigger family. Unfortunately, it never happened.”

His mother gave him a bigger smile. “Until three months ago.” His mother grabbed her robe and opened it. Underneath she was just wearing a bra and pajama bottoms, more of his mother than frankly Henry wanted to see. But sure enough, he saw it. The bulge around his mother’s middle.

She was pregnant.

“Holy shit.” Was all he could say.

His mother and father smiled. “After decades of trying, you’re going to have a baby brother or sister.”

As shocked as Henry was, he couldn’t help but smile. His parents seemed so happy, even at their age, his father in his fifties and his mother in their forties. They looked so happy and over the moon.

“Well… congratulations!” He beamed. “I’m happy for you guys.”

They hugged, all standing out of their chairs, Henry giving both of them a bug bear hug, making sure though to stay away from his mother’s stomach and not squash her. He didn’t know how to behave around a pregnant woman.

After that was all done with, his father asked him to take a seat again. “I’m really happy you’re as excited for this as we are. Thanks son.”

“No worries. I can tell now why moving home as thrown a spanner in the works.” Henry shrugged. “You need a baby’s room.”

“There is one other issue… something we haven’t brought up yet.” His father’s face got somber. His mother looked away. She looked tearful.

“What is it?” Henry felt that something awful was coming.

“We’ve been to every doctor we can find, every clinic. We’ve seen every specialist we can… but… all of them think that if you’re mother was to go full term, herself and the baby wouldn’t make it.”

Henry’s stomach dropped. So that was what all those letters were about. The conversation the other night. His Mother started crying.

“Surely… surely they can’t all say that.” Henry stammered.

“It’s true.” His father sighed. “If you’re mother tries to carry the child full term… it will mean she and the baby will die. We only have one option.”

“What is it?”

His mother and father took a moment. “A womb transplant.”

“… a what?”

The next few minutes were a blur. His mother and father took turns explaining it all to him. They handed him pamphlets, books, journals on all of it. Henry was a man of math, equations and numbers. Human biology was lost on him. He’d heard the tales of course, seen the news articles and stories on womb transplants. It had been massive news a decade ago.

It was no different than any other body part being taken out of one person and into another. What made womb transplants even more of a miracle was that they didn’t have to go into the body of another woman. They could go into a man. It had ended up revolutionizing society.

Henry sat there as he took it all in. When they were done, he took a breath. “You want me to carry the baby?”

“We know what we are asking. But it’s a guaranteed success if it’s a blood relative, rather than if we went with somebody else.” His mother said. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you. And I wouldn’t want too…”

“I’ll do it.” Henry said. His parents looked like they didn’t hear him. They both just stared. “I’ll do it. It makes sense for me to do it. Hell, I don’t have a job. I’m living here with you guys already. And after everything you’ve been through… I’ll do it.”

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Two weeks later Henry and his mother were coming out of the hospital. The transfer had been a complete success. Thanks to his Father’s promotion, he’d been able to afford the best womb transplant doctor in the city, and it was money well spent. Henry and his mother only had to spend a night in the ward, thankfully their beds together, before they were released.

His mother was still rubbing her stomach, suddenly empty now, her child no longer within her, getting accustomed to being back to normal as she got dressed in the ward. Henry however suddenly had a bloated belly, and a what felt like a huge lump resting in the pit below his stomach. As he put his shirt on, suddenly it felt quite tight around his waist. He was going to need new clothes, something he hadn’t planned on when returning back to his parents.

Thankfully with modern medicine what would have been such an extreme procedure decades ago was now something trivial. He was prescribed a series of pills to take everyday, to keep his hormone levels where they should be to ensure a safe pregnancy. And he would have to check in with a Obstetrician Gynecologist once every month to help monitor him. After all, he was a pregnant man now, it was a little unorthodox.

Thankfully all the medication he was on prevented him from going through morning sickness. His mother had to laugh at the irony of that. She’d gone through the worst of it, throwing up twice a day, and here he came along at the end of it all to be perfectly fine with it.

His mother doted on him, more than she had been before, and Henry had to brush her off on occasion because it was simply becoming too much. He understand that not only was he her son, but that he was pregnant too, and also carrying his own sibling. There was a lot going on, and he didn’t need his mother stressing about him all the time.

Still, there were some perks initially. Strangely he felt more energized than before. He didn’t know if it was the hormones now racing through his body, or the fact that perhaps there was now some more purpose to his life. He had direction, a goal.

He felt fitter, stronger, despite his thickening waist. At the moment he looked like he’d eaten far too much, a paunch hanging over the top of his pants. No one really would have suspected he was pregnant. Still, he found his appetite far more ravenous, and his mother happily cooked for him, showing her love in her own way, always making sure he had a full breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.

The first few weeks Henry just settled in to his new life. He kept his eyes open for jobs, always looking for a job at universities, even contacting his old professor for any tips or leads, but it was always a dead end. There simply wasn’t anything out there.

He caught himself occasionally feeling his stomach, his hand rubbing his growing belly. It seemed to be almost subconscious, this feeling within him to soothe and caress the child within, his own sibling. He’d just be sitting there, watching TV with his parents, his hand over his shirt, cradling his stomach. Sitting in front of the computer he would do the same thing, or even laying in bed he would wake up to his hand draped across his fattening stomach.

His mother gave him all of her pregnancy books, books she had kept from her pregnancy with him, and new ones she’d bought only recently. With not much else to study, Henry poured himself into the books. He learnt everything he could, studying up. He was going into his second trimester and he wanted to know everything that was coming, the way his body would change.

The biggest surprise was the day he felt movement. He was sitting at dinner one night, talking and eating with his parents, when he’d felt something move within his gut. It had felt strange at first, Henry thinking it was perhaps gas or something he’d eaten. But then the movement happened again, deeper inside him, until he realized what was happening.

“It kicked!” He yelled, surprised.

Straight away he lifted his shirt, exposing his plump belly, as his parents rushed over to feel. All of them laughed and got excited, hands all over his stomach, as the baby kicked back a few more times. It was the best moment of it all by that point, and made everything worthwhile.

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With his pregnancy now technically in it’s fourth month, Henry went to visit his gynecologist. It took him an hour to get into the city, having to take the train in, and by the time he got to the office he found himself feeling a little tired. His body was still catching up and evolving, and the new well of energy he had could disappear quite easily.

He entered the reception area, strangely not knowing what to expect. There were a few people there, mostly couples, all of the women looking visibly pregnant. Not surprising, given how new this procedure was. Women were still naturally equipped to do this job, for a man there needed to be a few extra steps.

The receptionist told him to wait, that Dr Walker would be along soon. He sat in the corner by himself, just waiting, watching and observing all the women. It was at that point he realized, it began to truly sink in, what was happening to him. One woman was huge, looking like she’d swallowed a beachball. Her shirt didn’t fit her properly and it barely hung over the top of her dome, which stuck out and down. She had to be close to giving birth at any minute, and by the looks of her she had a full litter inside her.

But she was happy. Her husband was next to her, and both of them were rubbing her full belly, quiet and content. Henry smiled.

“Alright, we’ll see you in a few weeks Michael.”

A wooden door opened into the reception area, a Doctor in her thirties dressed in a lab coat leading the way. She was blonde, pulled into a ponytail, with black rimmed and stylish glasses, and wearing high heels. They clicked on the floor as she walked and then stopped in the reception area, holding the door open for her patient.

He looked about thirty himself, dark hair, beard, wide shoulders and thick hairy arms. And he had a massive belly poking out of him, just as big as the other woman’s who was still sitting down! The man was wearing a singlet and it was being stretched tight from his huge pregnant bump. He had to be close to going into labor himself.

“Thanks Doc!” He said with a big grin. Both hands cradled his bump as he waddled away, cheerful, swaying under the huge weight of his stomach as he left the doctor’s surgery.

“Henry?”

He looked up. The blonde doctor had called his name.

“Here.” He raised his hand, feeling like a school child. The doctor smiled.

“Come with me!”

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“I think what you’re doing is fantastic.”

Henry was laying down on a hospital bed, shirt off, as Doctor Walk squirted some gel onto his abdomen. Thankfully it wasn’t could but warmed up, and she put a generous dollop onto his stomach which poked up ever so slightly.

“Thanks.” Henry shrugged. “Honestly I couldn’t say no to Mom or Dad, especially after everything they’ve been through. They deserve it.”

“Well I still think it’s fantastic.” Dr Walker smiled, white teeth brilliant, blue eyes sparkling. Henry found himself blushing. She had to be ten years older than him, but he had butterflies in his stomach. “Not many people would honestly do what you’re doing. Unfortunately there’s still a bit of stigma around it.”

“I can understand. I have to confess: I actually booked you because I thought you were a man.”

Dr Walker smiled. “My name huh? I get it a lot with Blair.” She started to rub the gel into his stomach, while she reached over and grabbed the ultrasound wand.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Perfectly fine. It can make dating hard sometimes.” She said with a laugh. “You single?”

“Yeah. Going to be hard to find someone in the next few months I think. I don’t think a pregnant man, unemployed, is a going to be considered a real catch.” Henry laughed.

“Oh I don’t know. There’s someone for everyone out there.”

“Really? You want to go on a date with me then?” Henry said it before he even had time to think. It just slipped out. He stopped, realizing what he had said, turning red in the face. And so did Dr Walker.

“Let’s get your ultrasound done first, and we can see about you buying me dinner after.” They both chuckled, the air smoothing itself out.

By the end of the appointment, Henry had found out he was carrying a girl. He was going to have a baby sister. His parents were going to be thrilled, his mother especially. She had always wanted a daughter. Everything else according to Dr Walker was on schedule. He and the baby were completely healthy, everything was a good size, his vitals perfect. His pregnancy was looking great.

Dr Walker handed him a paper towel to wash all the gel off his stomach as she walked over to her computer and began to type up her report.

“I’m going to arrange from now on that you see Dr Travis Smith.” She said over her shoulder.

Henry blinked. Immediately he thought to himself that he’d done something wrong. Had Dr Walker been upset by what he had said earlier, about asking her out? He couldn’t believe he had said that. He found her attractive, smart as well as beautiful, and it had just stumbled out of him.

“You… don’t want to see me anymore?” He said. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier if it made you uncomfortable.”

“No not at all.” She turned around in her chair. “I think it would be best you see a male doctor. And also, I can’t date my own patients.” She smiled.

It took Henry a second to register what she had said. Then he laughed. “I see.”

“I hope you’re free Friday night.” Dr Walker stood up. “And from now on, I think you can call me Blair.”

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The next few weeks were like a dream. All of a sudden, Henry felt like his life was getting back on track. After so long of missed opportunities and things being taken from him, suddenly he was back on top of the world. And all of it seemed to coincidence with his pregnancy. It was like the world was rewarding him for helping his parents.

But, if he was telling the truth, Henry was really starting to enjoy his new body. As he entered his second trimester, the changes really began to happen, and happen quickly. His bump suddenly started growing, almost overnight. Now it looked like he had swollen a full ripe melon, rather than just the plump stomach he gotten after the surgery.

He’d been a man of average build before, and studying and working at university had meant he’d really had a very casual wardrobe of shirts, pants and jeans. He only owned one suit. With no current income, he was stuck wearing these clothes, and nothing fit anymore. He was forced to lower his pants and jeans to under his bump, while his shirts stretched around his belly button, leaving the underside of his belly often exposed.

It was now obvious to most people that he simply hadn’t been putting on pounds, he was clearly carrying and growing a child within him. Secondly, he had found that his nipples had started to darken and become extra sensitive. There had been warnings about this from the Doctors and his new gynecologist that there was a small possibility that he may lactate. It happened in some men who went through a pregnancy.

Henry didn’t feel like his chest had gotten any larger, but the darkening of his nipples seemed to extend to an enlarging of his areola and increased sensitivity. Only time would tell if he was going to start milking he guessed.

Then of course there was one other issue. Something he hadn’t counted on. It wasn’t something that was touched on in the books or reading material his mother had given him. It seemed to be something that no one discussed openly, except on motherhood forums he had started to frequent.

It was the increased level of sex drive he was experiencing. It was common to experience it in second trimester, a highly increased need for it according to many expectant mothers. Well, Henry himself was going through that very thing. Every morning he work up with a hard, throbbing morning wood. Some days no matter what he did, it didn’t feel like he could get rid of it.

And then there was Blair.

They were hitting it off. Really well.

Henry still didn’t know what she saw in him. She was supremely successful, running her own practice at her age required intense drive and focus. She was wealthy, beautiful, an absolute catch that any man would clamor for.

But they were in love. They’d only been dating for a few weeks, but Henry spent all of his time thinking about her. And Blair was the same. They text all the time. They weren’t able to see each other during the week, as Blair was simply to busy with her job. But weekends Henry would take the train into the city and spend all two days with her.

They went on dates, went to restaurants, the movies, walked through the city holding hands. The air was starting to get chillier as the weather changed, the sun setting quicker, but they loved it. They walked everywhere, talking and chatting, getting to know one another.

It had been like that for a month, Henry infatuated with her. But they still hadn’t found the moment to be intimate. He didn’t want to push things too early. He was falling in love with this woman, and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. And frankly, he couldn’t bring her back to his place, to his single bed mattress across the hall from his parents.

They were sitting in the park, under the shadow of an oak tree, watching the sun set. They were on a bench, the people dispersing as the temperature began to drop. Henry and Blair were dressed for it though, each with a sweater on, sweaters the only thing that really fit Henry these days. He was starting to really show, his belly looking like he had swallowed a soccer ball.

They were just sitting there, hand in hand, Blair leaning on his shoulder, watching the sun go down. Henry had one hand on his belly, rubbing it, as his sister was kicking occasionally. She seemed to settle down when he rubbed his pregnant stomach, but not today. Right now she seemed very active.

Henry was surprised when he felt Blair reach over with her own free hand, rubbing his stomach as well. She felt the kicks within his belly, smiling as the baby moved with him. She had seemed to be more hesitant to touch this side of him then he would have thought for a woman who spent all day dealing with pregnant people. It was rare for her to feel him like this.

“That feels good.” He said with a sigh, as they both rubbed his belly. His back lately had been getting a little stiff and sore as the weight seemed to pile on him and his sister grew ever bigger. Rubbing his stomach always made him relaxed.

“She’s a real kicker isn’t she?” Blair said. She slipped her hand underneath Henry’s sweater, and then began to rub him directly, gliding her hand up and down his stretched tight skin. Henry couldn’t help it. He let out a groan. It felt amazing to be touched like that.

Blair picked up on how much Henry seemed to be enjoying it, and carried on rubbing his belly. Her hands went all over his dome, moving up and around, fingers gliding across his navel. It hadn’t popped yet, but Henry was sure it was only a matter of time. He looked forward to it.

They sat there for another ten minutes, Henry quietly moaning as Blair continued to rub his belly. She knew what she was doing to him, clearly, and yet she carried on. Which made Henry’s frustration only grow. And grow. Until suddenly it was becoming painfully obvious how big his frustration truly was.

“Enjoying this are we?” Blair asked over her glasses, blonde hair falling down past her shoulders. In this light she looked even more beautiful to Henry.

He grunted, trying not to look embarrassed. But there was a significant bulge between his legs. “You could say that.”

“Then why not stay the night at mine?” Blair gave him a grin. She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. And for a good few minutes the two kissed passionately under the dying light as night came, two lovers, whom the world only revolved around each other.

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Blair lived a few blocks north of her office, a nice building six stories up. There were vines growing on the outside, giving it a very rural urban feel, the building an old brick warehouse that had been turned into apartments and lofts, resigned a decade ago for the cities growing population. Her apartment was nearly double the size of Henry’s parents house, a huge living room, a long open space kitchen, complete with modern furniture.

Henry didn’t have much time to take it all in though. As soon as he entered the apartment, Blair was all over him. Her front door closed and she moved in, pushing him back into it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, fiercely, and Henry kissed her back. The two of them fumbled, starting to pull off items of clothing, kissing each other in between.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Blair said in between kisses. “I need you.”

“I didn’t want to put you off.” Henry said back. He pulled off his sweater, exposing his pregnant bump to her. It had been some time since Blair had seen him fully exposed like this, and he was looking huge. She groaned, leaning down and placing both hands along his stomach, and began to feverishly kiss all over his belly.

“I was the same… I didn’t want too scare you either… but the way I feel about you…”

“I feel the same.” Henry said. Blair looked up at him, her blue eyes glittering. And she smiled. An earnest, loving smile right up at him, over his bump.

Her hands got quicker now as she began trying to undo his belt. She was tugging on his pants, pulling it all down, as his manhood now sprung into view. She stopped kissing his belly, hands dropping down, as she saw him fully naked for the first time. Henry could feel it throbbing, pointing up, just underneath his stomach. He’d wet the front of his pants as well from the precum, he’d been dripping since the park.

He lost Blair underneath his belly as head went and swallowed up his cock. He groaned, leaning back against the door, as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop his shaft all the way down to his root.

“God!” He yelped as Blair quickly got to work, her head bobbing up and down on him. “It’s been a while since anyone has done that to me!”

It had been far too long. And Blair knew what she was doing. Her head went right from his tip to his root in one go, lips pressing up against his groin, encircling his shaft, and then coming all the way back to his mushroom head. Her tongue lavished over his tip, flicking his slit, and she was rewarded with drops of precum every time she did.

“Honey… honey…” Henry tried to warn her. He was clinging to his belly, unable to reach down and stop her. She was going to quick, her head moving backwards and forwards with such pace that Henry could feel it coming within him. It had been over a year since he’d been with another woman. And now, with how many hormones were racing through him, and being so pregnant, he was so backed up.

His balls tensed, the huge heavy orbs letting him know that it couldn’t be stopped. “Blair!” He said one more final time. But she didn’t stop.

He held onto his belly, crying out, as he came. It surged through him, all the way out of him. Thick spurts of cum began to explode out of his tip, right into the back of Blair’s throat. She moaned, her lips never breaking the seal around his shaft, as she kept sucking on his cock, drinking down his entire load.

Henry quivered, his hips thrusting forward, as he completely emptied himself. Weeks and months of being backed up were suddenly gone, and a torrent of his potent seed was now being swallowed into the belly of Blair. He groaned one final time as his cock plopped free of Blair’s mouth, and she wiped her lips with a grin. “Been saving that for me?”

He nodded, still recovering. Blair stood up, excited as she took her pregnant lover by the hand. “Come with me hot stuff.”

Blair led him through the apartment in a daze as he waddled after her. It had been a full body orgasm, nothing like he had been able to achieve while home alone with himself. She was older than any girlfriend he had ever had before, and she was far more experienced.

They entered her bedroom, another modern looking room with a double bed. She had black silk sheets with white pillows, the bed made and looking very opulent. She let go of Henry’s hand as she moved past him and began to strip. All this time and all she had taken off was her sweater. She’d been wearing a long sleeve green shirt and jeans.

She faced away from Henry, looking over her shoulder and over her lenses, giving him a big smile. She put a show on for him as she removed her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, blonde hair swaying behind her back. Henry couldn’t believe she wasn’t wearing a bra!

Next, she bent over, thrusting her ass out towards him. She took the waist of her jeans and pulled down, slowly, inch by inch. She pulled down her jeans, revealing a white thong, entwinned between her supple butt cheeks. Down her jeans went till they were down by her ankles, long, silky smooth calves on display. Her thong went down next and soon Blair was just as naked as Henry was.

With a rueful smile she jumped onto the bed, far more athleticism then a pregnant Henry could manage. She tossed her glasses onto the night stand before she turned around, laying down on the bed, head up against the pillows. She beckoned Henry forward, finger curled towards. “Come here baby.”

Henry followed her. Up onto the bed he went, crawling across it, the bed giving in deeper under his weight. His belly hung underneath him, occasionally dragging across the sheets as Blair spread her legs wide, opening herself up to him as he approached her.

Her slit was fully shaved, exposed to him. It was already sopping wet, glittering in the light from all the juices. A thick clear bead spilled out of her pinkness, telling him exactly how aroused she really was.

In he went, mouth first, just like she had done to him. Blair let out a large gasp, arching her back, as Henry’s tongue found her cunt. She tasted delicious! Henry had forgotten how good that taste was, how much he enjoyed the taste of a woman. His tongue went deep inside her, licking up and down, tasting all of her, making Blair squirm.

He rested his belly underneath him on the bed as he hunched over, hands grabbing Blair’s thighs and pulling them further apart. She groaned again, that huge smile still on her face, as she crashed into the pillows.

“Yes Henry! YES!”

Henry kept going, moving his tongue higher, until he found the little nub sitting at the top of her slit. His tongue went backwards and forwards over it, and Blair screamed out louder. Her hands gripped the sheets, scrunching them up, as Henry continued his assault on her.

“Oh Henry, you’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh please, oh don’t stop! I’m so close! Just like that! Oh fuck I need to cum baby, I need to cum! Oh fuck… OH FUCK!!!”

The juices squirted out of Blair as she came. Henry held on, holding her thighs open, his tongue never stopping from licking her clit, just licking away as all the liquid sprayed out of Blair. She soaked the sheets underneath her as the dam collapsed, the waterfall cascading. Her whole body started shaking, convulsing until finally she couldn’t take anymore. She had two orgasms in a row before Henry pulled away, chin dripping, Blair in a state of euphoria.

He moved over and laid down next to her on his side, pregnant belly thrust into her body, while she recovered. She was covered in sweat, panting, the occasional shiver through her body. She opened her eyes, still smiling, as she rolled her head to look at him.

“That… was… amazing…” She said through her panting. She giggled, kissing him again. “Time for the main event?”

“You sure? You don’t need a break?” Henry laughed.

“You’re asking me that? I should be asking that of you. You’re the pregnant one.” Blair sat up, looking over Henry’s body. “It would seem you’d be right.” She smiled again. She pointed below Henry’s belly.

Even unable to see his cock past his fecund belly, Henry could feel how hard he was again. Despite how Blair had drained him only such a short time ago, it seemed his body was ready for round two. He was a horny pregnant man after all, and a beautiful woman wanted his body. How could he say no?

Henry grabbed Blair and rolled, causing her to laugh in surprise. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him, pressing his pregnant body into her. His belly hung onto her stomach, full and huge, while he smiled down at her.

He shuffled her legs apart once again and immediately felt the heat rise from between her thighs. She was steaming down there, her juices wet and slick, her cunt yearning to be penetrated. Henry leaned his bulk over her, grabbing her wrists and stretching her arms wider. Blair moaned as Henry dominated her, now controlling all of her body. It seemed she may have some submissive qualities.

“Here we go baby.” Henry said. He pressed forward, the tip of shaft pointing at Blair’s slit. He was relying on feel and instinct, unable to look down and see past his belly. The tip glided up and down her moist cunt, running itself up and down, before he rotated his hips and found a better angle.

“Fuck me.” Blair gasped. The head of his cock was now pressing right into her.

Henry thrust forward. The tip speared into her, gliding into her molten canal. Inches of his shaft penetrated into her cunt, gliding through her smooth velvety insides. He fit perfectly inside her, not too tight, just the perfect pressure around his entire cock as he barreled into her.

He felt Blair convulse again as she screamed, another orgasm hitting her body hard as he thrust into her. Luckily he wasn’t too big, not that pregnant, that missionary sex like this could still be done without too much hassle. He began to work up a sweat as he got a rhythm going, his cock pumping into Blair, bringing her over again to another orgasm.

The juices spilled out of her, more of it all wetting the bed underneath her, as Henry thrust even harder. He began to hammer into Blair, his hips making the whole bed shake. He let go of her wrists, positioning his hands either side of her so he could keep up his intense pace.

Blair grabbed his belly, clinging to it, as her pregnant lover stayed on top of her. She came again and again, but she always kept her hands on his belly, rubbing it.

Henry’s balls swung underneath him, his cock covered in Blair’s juices, as he felt them tighten once again. He groaned, arching his back, thrusting his belly out at her, as he pumped a full load of his cum into her belly, a torrent of hot sticky white seed blasting into her.