The Internship

New Day at work

"Madison Station. Now approaching: Madison Station."

The subway screeched to a halt and a flood of people poured out of the steel doors of the subway car. Only one more stop to go. This had been the first time I'd ever been on the F-Line; normally I take the R-Line from my apartment to school, but today was the first day of my new internship.

I was both excited and nervous. This is the first job I've ever had, although it was just an unpaid summer internship. Either way, this was going to be a great experience for me, and the best part was I didn't have to worry about school and taking classes I didn't care about whatsoever. I wasn't entirely sure what I would be doing for this internship, but they said that they needed someone who was good with numbers, and that happens to be my specialty.

A bunch of people in business-casual clothing were starting to rush onto the subway. I usually tried to get one of the seats, and luckily I was able to get one today because there were a number of pregnant women who I've spotted. Although the subway is probably not the best place to let my pregnancy fetish get to me, I'd normally take my phone out so it looked like I was on my phone, so that I was able to stare without getting caught. My fetish made things pretty difficult whenever I encountered pregnant women, since my brain would just automatically tell my body to stare and get hard as hell, but since I was in high school, it wasn't often that I would be forced to engage with pregnant women, so that made things easier.

The doors started to close, but one last last person managed to get on: a rather large pregnant brunette. I could feel my heart start to race just looking at her; she looked like one of the girls I would fantasize about in my dreams. She was young and beautiful, and her belly looked like it carried full-term triplets. She wore a button-up, light purple blouse with short, puffy sleeves tucked into black slacks that honestly looked more like yoga pants than slacks.

One of the men across the way gladly gave up his seat for her. As she sat down, the very front part of her blouse untucked from her slacks and her popped out navel stuck out in the gap. I was fortunate I had my satchel across my lap, otherwise I'm sure everyone would see my raging boner. The subway started to take off again, and the woman placed a hand on her stomach and slowly rubbed her belly.

"What luck," I thought to myself as my eyes started to drift down to her toned legs. She looked like she must've been a runner in high school with her legs, and they surprisingly hadn't gained much padding from her pregnancy. Her breasts were softball sized, which was also a bit surprising. Overall, she looked like any other pregnant woman, just with a much larger belly. That wasn't a bad thing however, because she made up for a lot of that with her beautiful face and wavy brown hair.

I looked back down at her belly, and it seemed like I looked back at just the right time because I saw something move under her clothes. Fetal movement. Oh that really got me going. I felt my face flush red as I saw some more moving kicks across her belly. She paid the kicks no mind, keeping her one hand on top of the dome of her belly. God she was one gorgeous pregnant woman.

Suddenly, she looked my way. I quickly looked back over at my phone, praying that she didn't catch me looking. After a few seconds, I peeked back and she was still looking at me. I could feel my face turn red in embarrassment; she caught me red-handed. I turned away slightly to make it look like I was occupied with something on my phone. Out of the corner of her eye, I saw her chuckle and look elsewhere. I lightly sighed, relieved that she didn't make a bigger commotion out of that.

"34th Street Station. Now approaching: 34th Street Station."

The overhead speaker couldn't have come any sooner. As soon as the doors opened I tried to get out as fast as I could; I didn't even bother looking at that woman again. As I came up to the surface, I got caught in the middle of the morning rush of pedestrians, cars and buses. I knew that I was looking for Ollett Plaza, but it was difficult to see any of the buildings' names or addresses because of the crowd. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, I was able to find someone in a police uniform facing away from me and I decided to ask them which building was which.